1. I drank gin.
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So, I've obviously fizzled on the "facts" of February front...but just because I've had little to say doesn't mean things haven't been good. These past few weeks, France has been better than it's ever been, and I'm enjoying being here immensely, every day. That said, I'm going...back to Ed for a week because...I don't really know why...but I'm ( Read more... )

So, I'm going to London tomorrow. I keep wanting to say that I'm going home except that London is not, has never been my home; in fact I've scarcely even visited London, and indeed on the one occasion on which I did, I was, to say the least, not entirely infatuated with the capital's dubious charms. Nevertheless, here I am, giddy with ( Read more... )

In a tent in a field at the very top of Scotland drinking Champagne with my favourite Englishperson and my favourite hitchhiker. It was motherfucking perfect.


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As it turns out, Tossa wasn't so bad as I had initially presumed it would be, defying the steadfast travel rule which states that if you don't like a place immediately, you should leave it immediately because it won't get any better. I don't LOVE it or anything, and I definitely wouldn't make it my home, but it is an interesting little place. As ( Read more... )

I am on my way back to Ed bright and early in the Spanish morning. I have read some excellent books, seen some excellent things, and drunk lots of mostly tolerable 1 euro beer. I may not be entirely ready to go home, stay put, and work, but I cannot wait to be C L E A N.

I remember this time (when I was embarrassingly old) when I cried and screamed and freaked out because my mom refused to turn on the air conditioning because it was only like eighty degrees for one day in April. I slept on my wooden floor in my underwear with an ice pack and a fan, cursing my parents for being so sensible and swearing to myself ( Read more... )

(The majority of this post was scrawled pretentiously into my moleskine on this past Sunday night, and it is written as such. But this is the first opportunity I've had to spend more than fifteen minutes with something approximating an English keyboard, so ( Read more... )

Am currently in Spain in a place called Tossa de Mar. It´s kind of like what would happen if you moved the New Jersey shore town Wildwood to an ex Catholic Mission in Mexico. I´m not to sure about it. This morning, however, we left a seaside town just outside of France called Port Bou and THAT was lovely. The plan is to stay three nights here, ( Read more... )

So, I seem to have arrived in Bordeaux just in time for a day of two parades: first, what I can only surmise was the slightly non PC physical and mental disabilities parade and, of course the gay pride parade which featured both equal rights protesters AND half-naked men dressed as fairies, fire fighters, and cowboys dancing flamboyantly on rainbow ( Read more... )