My Journey Abroad - an excerpt just for you
My Journey Abroad Flying from Dulles in Washington DC to whatever the name is of the international airport in Zurich I kept waiting for feelings of anxiety and nervousness. I was hoping that this would be like the proverbial descent into stardom, that waiting masses of admirers would greet me at the gate, like the Beatles arriving at JFK, screaming my name and waving signs. But I arrived alone, with no one to even greet me. The porter did smile and the customs agent wished me a pleasant journey. “What is the reason for your visit?” “I’m going to hike around the continent and-” “Pleasure,” he said. STAMP. He handed my back my passport. “Enjoy your trip. Next!” I wandered from the area looking for a map, instructions of some sort that would give me a clue as to my next step. I was in a brand new country, across an ocean I’ve never seen, with people who I couldn’t understand. I was ready for anything. I found a train going into town, an express straight to t...