Back in Spain
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
It takes a lot of time to say less than you want to! But the painful pruning of my loquacious tendencies is done, and the debut of the proper site for my Romania… 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
Instead of staying in Schriek for the Belgian Julio Iglesias (he’s the Wayne Newton of Spain, right?) we went to another town’s hall, stopping off on the way so I could follow the… Continue reading