Tunisia Puns, Episode 1: Über Alle Deutchland

Hello, dear readers! It is your favorite lazy, lying piece of garbage blogger who never updates even when he says he will! I know you are all thrilled to have me back, and I am sure you are equally excited to know that I have new and exciting updates for you! Instead of my groundbreaking philosophical treatises which you all love so much, I will be recording my travels in the country of Tunis for your reading pleasure!

Right at this moment, I am in Denver International Airport, awaiting my flight to Frankfurt, of all places, a quick hop across the pond before I head down south to the land of Carthage!

Some of you may be wondering why I am going to North Africa, I am sure, and why I haven't made any sort of  public announcements regarding it. To answer the first question, it is really quite simple. I am attending a study abroad trip, where I will study the political history of the area, from its Punic days all the way up to the Jasmine Revolution. To answer the second: this is the public announcement, cleverly places so that there can be no fuss and hubbub before I leave.

While I am quite excited all of this is a bit unnerving to be sure. I am basically going across the entire globe to an unfamilar place, without any real knowledge of what to expect when I get there other than the promise of a cab to bring me into the company of relative strangers from my university. I kind of feel like I'm making it up as I go along (as for the most part, I am). I have already learned a great deal, chiefly that getting foreign currency is just awful. I was, however, saved from the extortionate fees of Travelex (15% surcharge just to use my own money? Highway robbery that is) by the fact that there is not a single Dinar in the entirety of Denver. The more you know.

Well, as of right now, that is all there is to say about this. Expect more updates to come when I have something more interesting to say than I am sitting in my local airport.

Sincere Regards,

Michael Coffey