Episode 1, 5/12/2009 – The Last Chic-fil-A in America

It’s a strange sight, really. The food court in Philadelphia International, I mean. Referred to by everyone as “Philly.” Take a look. There’s the Indian couple to the left, with their 10ish pink Indian princess taking pictures with her Dad’s camera and speaking in a cute, but grammatically torturous Tamil/English combo. There’s also the white basketball player dead ahead from UNCC. His backpack and “tall” attitude gives him away, besides the fact that he’s a freaking giant. He finished his fries, rubs his head, and leaves. Then there’s the old guy sitting to the right, looking like a blind man, his giant blue eyes so focused dead-ahead it’s almost like they can’t see at all. He’s reading a book called “Hitler’s Spies” and staring a hole into his salad. If he’d look up to the left he’d see a kid sitting alone at a red foodcourt table with his tightly-packed suitcase and his Swiss Army backpack. He’s eating a chicken sandwich and noticing everything, maybe even a little too much. He’s still and the rest of the world is moving around him That kid’s me. And this is my trip to Sevilla.