I asked her for a medium and she gave me a large.

I asked her for a medium and she gave me a large.

So our trip has officially begun. It is 5:20 a.m. I am patiently (read: impatiently) waiting to board our first plane to Washington D.C.

So far, there have been countless events or thoughts that I have wanted to tweet about, and even though I am still in the United States and will be in the country for another 12 hours – my mom already has my phone.

I really do hope no one tries to get me in trouble with my phone. But with 20+ likes on my status, I am not too sure how to feel or what to think about that.

My journey has been fun thus far. I had to fight my queer Chicano consciousness as I succumbed my desires for some McDonalds breakfast. Unfortunately, our attempts were futile as all the McDonalds we tried to go were either close or did not serve breakfast. Now I am stuck drinking a Starbucks drink.

Have you all seen those ridiculous x-ray machines? They are insane. Not only are they invading my privacy (whatever is left of it, at least), but its annoying. The lines were longer and they were slower, and they make u stand in an awkward position for ten seconds....followed by another awkward ten second position. Its like the government is trying to police and patrol our bodies, and we allow them to do so without much regard. I am not too sure what this country’s path is in terms of regulating and protecting us from these so-called terrorists. But if violating my privacy and civil liberties is not terrorist-like, I am not too sure what might be.

Anyways, I am not too sure how my parents felt about me leaving. My mom helped me pack and was telling me all these secrets about traveling. She’s not even the traveler and yet knows so much. I guess being a paranoid Chicana/Mexicana/Latina mother works. She also gave me a kiss and some gum “para los nervios.”

I am officially falling asleep in the waiting/lobby area. Im going to  conclude this by telling you all of the Starbucks story.

So Starbucks had just opened, the line is super long, and all the people were being super rude and grouchy with the two workers. They were Latinas and spoke Spanish to each other, to themselves they spoke in their native tongue. It was clearly their comfort. To be able to communicate with themselves without intrusion. And so I did, spoke to her in my most courteous Spanish.  She responded with such a bright and beautiful personality. Somehow, our spirits connected. I knew her, and she knew me. We didn’t have to exchange many words but I knew I could count on her.

I asked her for a Venti Passion Tea Lemonade. Later, I realized she charged me for a grande. I knew she liked me. And this is to a great start in this marvelous trip!