The air felt different in Barcelona. Anyone who has traveled knows the sensation of stepping off the plane and onto the "bridge" and how you can smell and feel the difference in the air. The air felt heavier, and perhaps it was just my imagination, but even from the airport I felt like I could smell the salt in the air. My flight landed about an hour before Amber's, so I sat and waited by the gate for her. It was fun listening to people speaking Catalan and Spanish - it sounded so easy and smooth, especially compared to the often fiery sounding German. People had colour on their skin... it already felt like a whole new world. As I waited I also took the time to grab the world's LARGEST tourist map. For some reason ... read more

I'm sorry. I know it's been a while. Internet has been a bit tricky this trip. I think this might be the last time I travel in europe without some kind of computer. My iphone is great for doing little things, but booking hostels, flights etc is a bit harder on it. And often it doesn't work well with wireless. Plus typing anything longer than a few sentences is a pain. I would like one of those tiny netbooks. So if you're feeling generous, I will accept this donation. In return I'll write to you. Or at the very least give you a distinguished head nod in public. Smiling is extra. My last night in Paris actually is a great example of why I love to travel. Sitting under the Eiffel tower with a bunch of ... read more

I have six minutes to write this until i run out of internet time. That's not a lot of time to craft a hilarious yet poignant look at my last few days here. So when in doubt please refer to the title of this entry. The last couple of days I've done some things that my dad would find boring. Museums and art galleries. I went to the Pompidou, the modern art museum after writing my last entry. I did like it quite a bit, it has a lot of Matisse and Picassos. Mostly though, I liked the buidling itself. It has these long tubes every where. One of which use used as the "hallway" for the escalators. It was about 45 degrees in there, but it was still pretty cool. The pompidou also has an ... read more

So I leave the day after tomorrow. This time skipping the UK all together and flying right into Paris. Amelie references will be made. So will lots more typos. And family friendly editing. Things that will not happen: -stolen wallets -stolen cameras -crazy Irish women who attack me on planes Things that will happen again: -International drinking with Jessi -Really cheesy things said by me in this blog -CB (that is non-family friendly reference for any of my friends who feel like reading into that) I leave the day after tomorrow and all I've packed is socks. Here we go friends... Europe Round Two. I'm calling it Thirty Days For Thirty... That's years... in case you forgot. Just like last time, I promise not to take the time to read entries over... ... read more

I realize it's been quite some time since I was actually in London. Almost three weeks actually. Somehow though, many of you seemed to have liked reading this, so I thought for all of you, my adoring readers/fans, and really for myself as well, I would write about the last four days of my trip. I have put it off for a reason I guess, you know "living in the now" and such--but I feel like I can write about it now and not feel depressed about it. Well I'll feel a little bit depressed. On the other hand, 20 years from now, when I'm menopausal, coloring my hair not for fun but to cover up the grey, and am known as the crazy bunny lady from down the street who does performance art that involves ... read more