Walking from the bus station to my hostel I realized San Sebastian is even more beautiful than I remembered it.  As I checked in to my hostel a light drizzle came and went,… Continue reading →

My body is a carnival of disease. Flowing through my veins are tetanus, diptheria, polio, typhoid fever, and yellow fever.  And a common cold.  And my foot is still sore.  It was a… Continue reading →

The morning after sleeping in the 300 year old Drover’s Inn (during which I admit I was a little disappointed to not encounter the ghost of the little girl on the bathroom wall)… Continue reading →

Our absent-minded bus driver dropped us off a good half hour or more after passing our hostel’s stop.  We disembarked to find ourselves across from a fantastically ancient little stone place with moss… Continue reading →

In one of those posts about Belgium I mentioned that everyone rides bikes, including grey haired elderly people.  (I know, you probably didn’t read that whole post, it was too long, and there… Continue reading →

We flew to Scotland on the continuous airborne infomercial that is Ryanair (does anyone ever buy the raffle tickets?) and landed in beautiful Edinburgh.  This place has a substantial reputation, and lives up… Continue reading →

(I will try to post something about Scotland soon, but I just realized I never posted this.) So…my girlfriend is a supermodel. Specifically, she was in a store a couple months ago and… Continue reading →

I am going to Scotland tonight, and I have a couple of questions I hope to answer. 1.  Are they frickin sick of Braveheart or what?Preliminary snooping for towns with affordable hostels indicates… Continue reading →

The local community center sometimes shows second-run movies at discount price on Tuesday evenings, so last night I finally saw this “Avatar” thing that made such a buzz.  Or was it The Last… Continue reading →

My girlfriend was asked to participate in a fashion show, and yesterday we went to the store that’s running it so she could be fitted and her outfits chosen.  My own sense of… Continue reading →