Dad and I ditched the dead weight and continued our journey North, into the tourist masses of central Europe during the summer. We started with a very expensive train ride through the mountains of Northern Italy to Madrid. Continue reading Oooh, that’s a bingo! Is that the way you say it? “That’s a bingo?”
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No mistakes in the tango, darling, not like life.
If you’re considering visiting Buenos Aires in January and February, don’t. It’s too hot. Lots of sweating, which is especially bad since I’m a disgusting waste of life who sits in his own filth most of the time, only washing his clothes like once a month. But what am I going to do, pay the laundry lady $10 every week to wash them? Rich get richer? I don’t think so. Continue reading No mistakes in the tango, darling, not like life.
I will come again, and I will be millions
In accordance with my plan for the year, I’ve parked myself in Buenos Aires for almost the next three months. Because traveling is tiring, and I’ve been at it for a while. The theory is, I’ll have a bit more consistency, can develop some decent habits, catch up on work, and be part of a community. My AirBnb is in San Telmo, which is probably the third most popular district for expats – more of an artsy area than the typical “gringo ghetto” that pops up in these major South American cities. Continue reading I will come again, and I will be millions
¿Plata o Plomo?
I’ve been living in this apartment in Medellín for about 6 weeks, tallying about two months total in Medellín, which I think is the longest I’ve lived anywhere in a few years. The theory was it would be good to have some more consistency and become part of a community a bit more. Which makes sense in theory, but I think you actually need to make an effort to engage with the community for it to work. Continue reading ¿Plata o Plomo?
He did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell
Ok, so I actually stayed in Panama City for a few more days. And I went for a walk along another thing and took some pictures of it. It had a lot of water, and yachts, and pelicans, and a view of the city. There are some little islands in “Panama Bay” or something. It has a little wildlife reserve too. Continue reading He did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell
She’s very pretty, even though sometimes she’s sad for many days at a time.
I woke up to my first day in Guadalajara and couldn’t keep any food or water down. Getting sick is worrisome in my situation. But after a day of not moving too far from my bed, I finally felt it things turn at 2am after a 3 hour nap. Since people were partying right outside my window and I was well-rested, I decided to get up and do my taxes. Such an old man. But hey, those taxes are done. Continue reading She’s very pretty, even though sometimes she’s sad for many days at a time.
Isn’t everything we do in life a way to be loved a little more?
Just a quick stop in Vienna for the weekend. Went to bed early on Friday, then Saturday I had to get a lot of work done that I had been putting off (unfortunately, since this is a quick weekend trip). That meant I was just able to wander down to the main square and back, and otherwise did not do any exploring. Continue reading Isn’t everything we do in life a way to be loved a little more?
Get some rest, Pam. You look tired.
I woke up in my clothes at 4am, checked out, was at the airport by 5:15am, and landed in Berlin at 8am. Their transit wasn’t too hard to figure out either, so I dropped my stuff at the hostel around 9 and then strolled around for a few hours. I do a lot of strolling. There were some museums and palaces and old structures and stuff that I looked at. There was also someone with bubbles. I saw a little girl fall off a statue and cry. I had a bagel at Dunkin Donuts for breakfast because I didn’t know how to say any of the German stuff at the street fair. Continue reading Get some rest, Pam. You look tired.
Everything you look at can become a fairy tale
So my flight was moved back a day due to “technical difficulties” so I had basically two days in New York. Since I didn’t have a whole lot else to do, I decided to ride around on the subway for most of the day, while doing some work.
The flight was a bit more “budget” than the one I took to London. It didn’t come with a blanket and pillow. Very disappointing. I was sitting next to a cute girl, but there was an open row where I could lay down and sleep, so I snagged that right at the beginning of the flight. Priorities, ya know? Continue reading Everything you look at can become a fairy tale
I always had a repulsive need to be something more than human.
So a couple hours after arriving in London, I ran to the bathroom in a Pret a Manger and had my phone stolen while I was in there. Which I’m annoyed about, but not really that upset. It was a piece of crap, but it’s still an inconvenience. At least he/she didn’t take my laptop or passport, which were also sitting right there. Mainly, that just means I won’t be taking any more pictures. Continue reading I always had a repulsive need to be something more than human.
I want to take shelter from the poison rain
There are really only a few things to see in Kilkenny, so I figured I might as well get up and see them. I went up to see St. Candice’s Cathedral and Black Abbey. Unfortunately, they were both closed so I just kind of walked around like an idiot. Continue reading I want to take shelter from the poison rain
After all, I’m just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.
So yesterday I overdid it and wore myself out too much, so today I relaxed a bit more and worked a lot to make sure I got everything done I needed to. And I didn’t quite finish, because I work a lot anyways, so I need to work a bit more tonight and tomorrow morning to catch up for the weekend.
Anyways, yesterday I walked about 20 miles. That might be a low estimate. I don’t know why I walk everywhere; it’s kind of stupid. I also get lost walking everywhere, which adds to the problem. Continue reading After all, I’m just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.
Chapter One. He was too romantic about Manhattan as he was about everything else.
I like to get an early start, so I walked to a coffee shop and worked from 7-10 to make sure the Internet doesn’t fall apart. Thoreau said something to the effect of “a morning walk is a blessing for the whole day,” but I don’t think he took his morning walks in Midtown. Anyways, I went to Culture for a couple hours, which was a busy little shop with good espresso. Continue reading Chapter One. He was too romantic about Manhattan as he was about everything else.