I know none of them are surfing the web, hungry for word of The Manor, Tête de Hergé, la Bonne et Belle Bianca Castafiore, Fred, or even the humble profderien...
But a big, warm welcome to the 500 new residents of the International House at UC Berkeley, best known world over as "the I-House." Students from 58 countries, cells any monk would envy, and the best Sunday Brunch in existence.
Their backs are sore from lugging luggage, their eyes are gritty from long flights, their stomachs are talking from hunger... and excitement. All these faces, all the colors of these skins, the shy eyes, the laughing, outgoing eyes, all these faces.
You are in for an adventure -- and you've chosen to live in it!
Clarifying, confusing, challenging, and never-ending discussions in every nook and cranny, at any hour of the day. Smiles ranging from new-found to ruthless, friends to the right and to the left of you, homesickness all around (and understanding comfort, teas, tisanes, beer, wine, and shared packages from home).
You'll either have a view of stucco and a red-tiled roof, or one of the best vistas in town of the hills and the bay. Either way, you're going to love your time at the I-House.
A warm and jealous welcome from an old alum,
P.S. Sunday mornings, wear an old oversized shirt with big pockets (line several with plastic baggies) and bring your own mug. Catch up with your friends, eat your fill. Then wrap the bagels in napkins, stash them in your pockets, and fill your mug with frozen yogurt. Be sure to saunter on your way out.