Airports are weird

My Mom and Dad dropped me off at the airport, and we said goodbye. I wasn’t sad. I know I will see them again soon. I started at the Duluth Airport. It is small, with only three terminals. I didn't realize that they began boarding before the flight time. I was under the impression that the flight time on my ticket was when they started boarding. I met a barista who told me to try a chai latte with espresso. It was excellent, 8/10, would recommend. After we boarded the flight, I found my seat and waited for whoever I was sitting with to arrive. To my luck, nobody sat down. I got a row all to myself; it was sick. After an hour and a half of watching movies (Madam Web 6/10), my Flight landed at the Chicago airport. I walked in circles for ten minutes before I realized the United app had directions to take me to my next terminal. It didn't take me long to find my next terminal. I had around three hours to wander once I finally found my terminal. I found a food court that served orange chicken and fried rice; it was terrible, 0/10. I also ordered a coffee from the same food court that tasted like chemicals. The moral of my story is, Don't trust Airport food. After lunch, I met Hailey, another exchange student from Nebraska. She was also flying to Londrina on the same flight I was on. We weren't sitting together, tho her uncle is a frequent flyer and gave her points so she could upgrade to first class on our ten-hour flight. I found my seat in the back of the plane, and my luck did not carry through to my next flight. I was sitting next to an older woman and her friend, who brought a lot of snacks that didn't smell the best. I passed the time by watching movies Fight Club 9/10, Ghostbusters Frozen Empire 7/10 ( I love Paul Rudd), and The Dundies episode of The Office. I had no idea Fight Club was so psychologically thrilling. I thought it was a coming-of-age movie for grown men. I arrived in Sao Paulo, and Hailey met me at the terminal. We exchanged pins with the piolets and headed to baggage claim. The Sao Paolo airport is very confusing. People are trying to sell you stuff everywhere you go. We ate breakfast at a little cafe in the airport. I had a cheese sandwich with Brie. I only ate half of it. I may be from Wisconsin, but that was a lot of cheese. When we finally found our terminal, we only had about forty-five minutes to spare, so we just sat around and waited. My last flight lasted about an hour, and I sat beside a Brazilian man; he seemed cool. When I finally arrived in Londrina, I deboarded the plane onto the airport runway, and it was a balmy 80 degrees out. I found my bag and exited the main part of the Londrina Airport, where I saw my host family for the first time. They made a sign for me that said Welcome to Brazil with a little flag. I hugged them and took pictures to commemorate the occasion. My first look at the city was overwhelming. I am used to the woods and Lake Superior; being surrounded by concrete is not my ideal scenario. There were stores that I recognized from the United States, like McDonald's and Chevrolet. We arrived at my new home in Downtown Londrina. My host mom showed me their apartment and made me lunch. I met my new dogs, Rosa and Bebi, for the first time. They are both chihuahuas. I don't think they like me very much.  My host sister took me on a walk through the local park they live near. There were palm trees, eucalyptus trees, green ducks, spiders, and many birds. We walked around for an hour looking at plants when my host sister asked if I wanted to try sugar cane juice. It tasted like sugary celery 5/10. She also bought me a Coconut that the vendor cut the top off of and gave me a straw 6/10. It was slightly salty and warm; I wasn't a huge fan. I spent the rest of the day inside, chilling out; I was running on three hours of sleep. After a long day, I finally went to bed in my new room. 

bye 

brie sandwich

orange chicken and fried rice