AmsterDAMN GIRL. That's Some Dutch Shit.
No one yelled that at me, but I wish they had. Anyway! Thanksgiving! Amsterdam! Food Poisioning/Not Vomiting In Canals! Weed! I have had a busy few days, to say the least. Thanksgiving was ridiculous, by virtue of being in France and French people not really understanding Thanksgiving. We had sandwiches and tarts and “gallons of wine” (direct quote from an authority figure). Then I...
My Privilege is Killing Me.
Note: Whining ensues. Feel free to scroll past. I’m pretty sure it’s not okay to spend a week in Barcelona and then get super sad about going back to Paris, with the upcoming weekend in Amsterdam the only uplifting part of the week. That is not okay. And yet. I am ready to go home. I don’t really miss America, I’m just tired of being here and not knowing the code. I am...
10 Things I've Learned So Far.
1) My ideal vacation is one wherein I lounge a lot, experience Culture once a day, and eat. All in someplace reasonably warm. 2) Not understanding Spanish is infinitely more relaxing than not understanding French. More hilarity ensues with the former, however. 3) Spanish men do not harass you on the street NEARLY as often as French men do. Chicagoans still have them beat in sheer absurdity...
Birthday Birthday Birthday Birthday Birthday. In Barcelona! Maybe at the Beach! I turn 20 officially tonight at 11:30, I love Birthday’s so much, and mine the most (SORRY)! BiiiiiiiiiIiiiirthday!!!!!
Barcelona is darker than Paris. Barcelona is darker than Paris, and rounder, but this closeness has relaxed me in ways I forgot were possible. Barcelona, your train wound closer and closer towards the city center, and as the lights spread father apart, and the edges of your buildings curved in towards themselves, I started to breathe again. Barcelona has palm trees, and wide streets, and...
Dallas Clayton: TEEN NO LONGER Years backwhen you... →
dallasclayton: TEEN NO LONGER Years back when you were good runners with healthy legs and full spirits you darted out across the county like a shot racing toward California to jump in the cool clear ocean and spend the gold they’d mined from the hills and left in piles on street corners as high… More birthday musings. Longer post later? Maybe.
Haunted 16 →
Images of haunted places, a oral ghost stories. November is ghost country.
Continuing Adventures of One, Ms. Ch---
The Louvre is fucking massive. In case you had no idea, or time has fogged your memory, or you think you remember that scene in that Olsen Twins’ movie, was that even Paris? In case all, or none, of the above: The Louvre is really fucking big. It does have a secret student entrance that the security guards will lie to you about, it is Gorgeous with a capital “G”, it is filled...
We do not want to be told everything; we want a few brushstrokes, a few...– Alexander McCall Smith on Writing Concisely - WSJ.com
“Last Christmas” just popped up on my iTunes. It’s like my computer is in cahoots with Capitalism, c’mon you guys, NOVEMBER JUST STARTED. Halloween was yesterday. Thanksgiving is …I don’t know, later! IT. IS. NOT. CHRISTMAS. I saw Christmas decorations for sale the other day, and I almost threw up. Et Tu, Paris? ET TU???