My morning as a volunteer, or officially a "Student Associate," was off to a great start. I woke up on time (though painfully at 5:30am), drove to the beach without getting lost (a feat in itself for me), and hopped along my merry way to Ocean Drive and 10th Street, where the festival takes place.
Once I got there, I stared at the white tents lining the beach coast with wide, excited eyes (my pre-boredom, over-excited face exhibited, right). At the end of the day there was no doubt I was exhausted from the experience, although that was not because I was working too hard. FIU had more student associates than they knew what to do with. Essentially, I was exhausted from boredom.
The worst part of the day was standing around in the cold air (yes, 60 degrees is cold for me) wating around for something to do. I didn't even get a glimpse of Paula Dean mooning the audience of her demonstration show.
I haven't mention all the hullabaloo created with the presence of the Spanish King and Queen. More to come on that soon.
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