Above us in the shining summer heaven
There was a cloud my eyes dwelled long upon
It was quite white and very high above us
Then I looked up
And found that it had gone

I'm all sick and hungry and sick and hungry all the time and I'm packing packing packing and I leave Lexington in two days and I have a million things to do but really I only have one thing to do and I don't understand why I'm so upset about leaving people (person) I met six days ago and I know I'm going to forget things, in more ways than one, but ( Read more... )

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How it went:
Guadlajara (without suitcase, thank you U.S. Airways). Lyon. Zurich. Vienna. Munich. Berlin. Amsterdam. Paris. Lyon. Guadalajara.

Interrail Item #53 learned: Dutch sounds remarkably like Pirate, especially when spoken loudly by a raucous group of middle-aged men clutching beers in a rather small train cabin.

(home.)

Greetings from a 1 star hotel in Vienna, where we landed when we discovered that every hostel was completely full ( Read more... )

The plan:

1 American, 2 Spaniards, 3 backpacks. Guadalajara. Lyon. Bern. The Alps. Vienna. Salzburg. Munich. Berlin. Amsterdam. Paris. Lyon. Guadalajara.

I am not coherent other than that. I am trying not to care about anything other than that.

My plane leaves in 11 hours. I'm going to sleep now. See y'all in August.

It's scary how quickly some people have become irrelevant.

I died in my dream the other night. According to one dream dictionary, dying in your own dream indicates a transitional phase and/or a desire to escape the demands of your daily life. Yep.

I could not be happier to be going away this weekend.

Summer is funny.

There are so many people I love right now.

Birds are chirping outside. I guess that means it is time for bed.

Things are barely starting to sink in.

This week. Go slowly, go slowly.

I stand by my statement: I do not want May to be over. There are too many things to do before then. And May has been so pleasant ( Read more... )