Just like I had started -and continue- to lose track of the days, I began to lose track of what country we were in while on tour. We moved through them so fast, and with such long bus rides in between, you would have to keep diligent notes to remember where was what and what [...]
Archive for September, 2009
Now that’s a Nice beach.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged amusement park, beaches, begging for work, bus, chickens in tents, cliff jumping, desparados, french police, fruit, Montecarlo, Nice, pizza breadsticks, pranks, unemployed on September 28, 2009 | 3 Comments »
Pre-post entertainment
Posted in Uncategorized on September 28, 2009 | 3 Comments »
Hello from London! Not sure where to begin on the updates. My Contiki tour is over, and I’m starting to plan my next three weeks of travel and poverty. Laundry is in the washer, lunch is in the microwave, and a comfortable bed is upstairs calling me for another nap I’m going to get some [...]
Where the streets have no names because they are canals
Posted in Uncategorized on September 20, 2009 | 2 Comments »
I believe it was the wise philosophers the Pussycat Dolls who once said “be careful what you wish for cause you just might get it, you just might get it.” Truer woes have never been howled/meowed. I have been reaching the end of my patience with the amount of bussing and craving the solitary travel [...]
Camping is in tents.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Canyon Swing, Crazy Americans, Paragliding, Paris, Switzerland on September 14, 2009 | 8 Comments »
Hiiiiiiiiiiiii. It’s been too long. But I’m back in Florence for the day and found my favorite internet cafe and the world is good again. Actually, my parts of the world have been phenomenal, going bungee jumping and paragliding and cliff jumping and to Nice and Montecarlo and Pisa and everything else. Let me backtrack [...]
Switzerlove
Posted in Uncategorized on September 10, 2009 | 9 Comments »
Bungee Jumping or Canyon Swing? And paragliding. That’s the plan for today, I’m in Switzerland under the Swiss Alps. It is absolutely amazing here, I might get lost and stay forever. I’ve never seen anything this incredible, and we got to upgrade to cabins last night so it was nice to not sleep in a [...]
Tell me baby, what’s your story.
Posted in Uncategorized on September 6, 2009 | 5 Comments »
I think there must be something about me that makes people decide “hm, this looks like a girl to whom I’d like to tell my life story.” I’m not complaining, it’s always interesting and generally these talkative types have great stories to share. After making it into London to meet up with my tour group [...]
Leave behind some green eyed look alikes.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged ankle boot sandal, bathrooms, begging for handouts, border control, budget busters, confusing trends, fish and chips, Fleet Foxes, Florence, forgetful, London, luggage carts, poor time management, Texas football, Thames Ditton, Train on September 5, 2009 | 5 Comments »
Made it from Florence to London without any problems, which worried me because whenever I don’t mess up something where there are so many chances for error, I feel I’m building towards an even bigger “oops”. Truth. Apparently it’s a legal requirement that you have the address of where you’re staying upon entering the UK. [...]
Out of shape and without a map, into the hills we go.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged cab rides, Camping, Campo Grande wine, Cinque Terre, Dead batteries, Florence, getting lost, Italian cuisine, motos, random acts of kindess, Volastra on September 4, 2009 | 9 Comments »
I’d like to reccommend Campo Grande to anyone who ever drinks any wine. Now, I haven’t tried it myself but I had the good fortune to meet Tony, a proprietor in the company.Tony is a very kind, generous old man wiht an adorable bulbous nose and a soft spot for foreigners stranded at bus stops [...]
Found: Internet Cafe
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Birds, Duomo, Florence, Hotel, Internet Cafe, Leonardo Di Vinci, Rome, Train on September 2, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Turns out it’s Wednesday. Definitely thought it was Tuesday whenever I thought about what day it was today, which honestly wasn’t that often. Pretty sweet not to care what day it is. Unless I keep that mentality on Saturday, when I am supposed to catch a plane to London. Doubt they’d be very understanding, or [...]