There are no words to describe how grateful I am to Rafaela: she stopped by our dorms early today, walked us to a restaurant for breakfast and made sure we made it to the museum on time. She's so nice and never seems to be tired (alas, this is how I'd like to be remembered one day). If only I could be as patient as she is; I have to work really hard on my being patient to others.
We spent hours at the museum and I know that I will come back later. I wish my father could see it: he loves airplanes as much as I do (or should I say "I love airplanes as much as he does"?).
On the way back to the dorms Rafaela showed me where Obama used to work as a professor. I can't believe I'm at the same town where the man grew (at least politically speaking). It seems that everyone is really nervous about our first session tomorrow and some of the teachers asked me if we could discuss the first paper tonight. Why now? Why not a week ago when there was more time?
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