En route day 2:
I've learned that if I'm planning for 130 people, there's no problems. If I'm planning for myself, chaos ensues. When I booked my ticket to join my team somewhere near Boston, I had apparently done the math wrong and was going to arrive a day too soon. Booked a hotel. Planned a bus ride. (All on 5 hours of sleep in about 72 hours). I woke up in Boston, finally rested enough to comprehend the English language, and learned I was actually 2 days early. After a quick meandering around downtown Boston, a series of text messages where I'm positive I've already made a bad first impression on my leaders (sorry bout my scattered brain), and a lot of strange looks at the girl walking around the city with a camping pack and bike helmet, I hopped on a bus and am set to arrive in a very random city by 6:30ish tonight. (After one more bus/train/something transfer).
I blame the Woods for rubbing off on me.
Also I asked a stranger to take my photo so I could tell my mom where I was. My voice was so gone that he had me repeat myself thrice and said "you must be one of those Nashville singers." Before I even stated I was from Nashville.
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