here, FINALLY
In Croatia when Milosevic died, in France (accidentally) during the labor strikes (the Italians at the "international" ticket office didn´t inform us the little tidbit about trains not running- the price you pay for not having the time or money for the news), and I´ve got to say the Spanish keyboard makes a lot more sense than the Slovene version. You know your life is taking new directions when you are chatting with a young Italian runaway in an abandoned train station at 2 in the morning.
I didn´t even realize daylight savings time came and passed, and I am constantly asking what day it is. If it weren´t for school somewhere off on the horizon, I don´t think I´d bother to ask at all. It has felt like spring for the first time the past week, and I am so looking forward to spending the night on someone´s floor and not on a 12 hour train from Marseille. I get to see my mom, my aunt, and one of my closest friends in a couple of days, and I have got to wonder if reading books in German really impresses strangers at all.
I didn´t even realize daylight savings time came and passed, and I am constantly asking what day it is. If it weren´t for school somewhere off on the horizon, I don´t think I´d bother to ask at all. It has felt like spring for the first time the past week, and I am so looking forward to spending the night on someone´s floor and not on a 12 hour train from Marseille. I get to see my mom, my aunt, and one of my closest friends in a couple of days, and I have got to wonder if reading books in German really impresses strangers at all.