Euro 2008
“…and as we waited for the team’s bus to come through we sang Spanish songs and chants from the bottom of our hearts. Granted we had no idea what we were singing, but we shouted it at the top of our lungs just like the millions around us…”
January 30, 2008
January 29, 2008
Road Trip
“,,,we don’t have a map yet. This could be a major set back seeing how EVERY road in England curves, loops, and snakes it’s way in random unintelligible patterns of abstract M.C. Escher art.”
Ten Things I Learned in Barcelona:
“Also be prepared to have all eyes on you as you will undoubtedly be mistaken for that white Crayola crayon they lost back in 2nd grade. (hint: get a tan, even if it’s fake, unless you what to bask in looks of disbelief and disgust from all the brown and toned pretty people sharing the sand.)”
January 27, 2008
Getting to Barcelona
“The guy behind me laughed and said: “Mates wasted!”. The others started laughing as well but soon stopped as the young man in the front began to spasm and lose all color in his skin. He was sweating profusely, eyes roving about vacantly.”
23 in Germany (The Alps)
“This is probably why, as I came across other hikers atop the mountain, they eyed me with curiosity. To be fair I probably looked like tomorrow’s news headline: “Death upon the Mountain, a well dressed American becomes a tourist-popsicle.”
January 26, 2008
Breakfast at Harrods
“I got the feeling that if I lived in London. Harrods would be my happy place. In the Holly Golightly sense, it would be my Tiffany’s for whenever the reds, or blues, or any other color struck.”
January 25, 2008
My Little Brother in London
“Essentially the restaurant is his mistress, he tries to sneak away to it whenever his wife isn’t looking. It made me imagine him coming home, denying where he had been, only for Anna to see a BBQ smear on his collar.”
January 22, 2008
The German James Herriot
“He was thankfully wearing an apron-like-cover but it was just drenched with desecration. It actually took him a minute or two to squeeze and push everything back in like it was some vile sponge. I stood there mouth agape thinking that it was possibly the second most disgusting thing I’ve ever experienced.”
Epitaph
“It’s one of those epitaph quotes that are amazingly contrived but you secretly hope you’re family will spring for.”
January 21, 2008
Sligo
“standing around that fire with friends, all still warming from jumping in ice cold water, sipping on Tom’s generously donated top-shelf Irish whisky, watching the sparks and flickers of the fire float upwards blending into the full night’s sky of stars, and hearing Sam’s high, hollowly tenor, singing warm melodies that you can’t believe he’s written.”
