Today was another relaxing day. In the afternoon I felt like going swimming and so did a few other people in my dorm. The group that formed was the pic above. From left to right: Meg from Taiwan; she is a host in the restaurant, my dumb ass, Daniel from Prague; He is a server in the restaurant with me, Nataliia from Ukraine; She is a server assistant in the restaurant and also my neighbor in the dorm, and them Mena my roommate from Egypt who works in housekeeping. We had a blast. I talked to Daniel a lot on the drive and you really cant tell he has only been speaking English for just over a decade. He sounds like he is from the US and speaks well for a citizen. He is like Mel Gibson in the sense that once in a while you catch an accent on certain words, but for the most part he could say he is from Wyoming and get by, which he actually does. All of our nametags say our name and where we are from. His says Wyoming. He says he gets sick of explaining he is from Prague, people asking questions, etc. I could imagine. He speaks well enough where you wouldn’t even question it. Meg goes to school in Taiwan and studies foreign languages as her major, she can fluently speak Chinese, Japanese, and English. A lot of international people here don’t pick up on American sarcasm/jokes and she does, shes a lot of fun. Nataliia is the sweetest girl here. She is only 18 and carries herself at a very mature level. I feel like her big brother most of the time, but she is plenty tough where she doesn’t need any looking after and will let you know it, not directly, just the way she carries herself. Mena. He has to be the nicest person on the planet. Has to be. He always offers to do things for me, my laundry, get me something to eat or drink, etc. I do work a lot, so he always wants to do things for me to make my life easier. I have never taken him up on anything bc I would feel awful if I did. He really just wants to help so Im ok with his offers, but sometimes I just wanna say, “Enough man. No one is that nice.” But he really is.
In the car we talked about how we were all from different continents except Daniel and Nataliia. 4 different continents in one car. Lola. After we talked about it we all got quiet for a minute or so, I think we were all kind of amazed/pleased with the situation we found ourselves in and took a moment to appreciate it, at least thats what I did. The other pic is from that night driving to West Yellowstone to get some Chinese food after we swam….
And yes, I noticed that all the guys bellies are hanging out in the picture....
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