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| The Arrival to Venezuela |
| The first night, I stayed with a fellow YFU student to the country in the house of Sylvia Schwartz. We were presented our room, turned on the light and found this guest on the bedstand between the beds, a sight that didn't in the least bother our hosts. This could be a long year. |
| The Schwartz's were incredibly hospitable, and showed us parts of the city and then let us get some exercise and swim (and get our first South American sunburns) before they dropped us off for the YFU New Student Orientation. |
| In the airport in Miami, the students slowly filtered to our gate, where they found...Me. I happened to be the only (geek) kid wearing the hideous YFU t-shirt. Since no volunteers showed up, the students all found me, and we established a camp. Below: You see my first impression of Kiley. (Ooh, thats mean.) |
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| The Orientation was increibly cold, and started out drearily for me. Slowly the exchange students made friends, and our group forged when we ganged up on "Language Boy," a wonderful recipient for group torture. Kiley, Amanda, Alex, Kristina, Louisa, and I all formed a union by throwing the know-it-all into the pool and putting frogs into his bed. |
| Click NEXT to see pictures of me with my first family, the Martinez. |