Souvenirs

walking into the first art gallery in my self-guided tour of Bruxelles, discovering it to be a studio specializing in black and white nude female photography. feeling uncomfortable as i underwent a lengthy conversation dominated by the owner.

getting left out in the cold brussels night when the metro stopped 2 before my stop.... wheelin and deelin with the cabbie about picking me up and taking me home instead of his EU client...hoping he really did call a friend cabbie to come get me....raynaud's getting worse... wishing i had a cell and that this homeless man would go away

"stealing"/keeping rental dvds because its too f***ing far to get back and return them

half wishing Jan would ask me to go get a drink, but really just being creeped out by his extremely unhealthy lifestyle (coffee, smoke, repeat), yet still flattered by his poetic and clandestine emails that sometime include pink floyd dedications

addicted to hot baths

listening to ktcu traffic reports

where is Crystal?

what a freak that Mike Warner turned out to be

traveling alone would be better if i knew self-defense and didn't have to compensate with this mace

making rabbit dishes with Mme until she started to get irritable about her impending surgery and yelling at me in front of my friends

regretting that I ever pretended to like le plat "americain" (steak hache/raw ground beef mixed with mayo and onions)...having to eat it multiple times was my punishment

crying my heart out and screaming "have a good time (in french)" in provencal airport because we had to abandon like 4 bottles of wine and i knew what its fate would be

singing to the cabbie to get a 5E discount on our fare

serving pumpkin bread to trick-or-treaters; who knew kids went trick-or-treating in apartment buildings?

calling B&Bs all over Europe with sometimes-operable-Skype

dancing in Barcelona after scouring the city for somewhere decent, while still having the worst case of abdominal burning ever... who am i to give up salsa dancing in barcelona? even if i am incapable (or so i thought) of moving below the waist?

raiding the liquor cabinet when Mme went into the hospital

loving my 10th floor room with a view and my solitude

wild weekends tame a daydreamer's heart and increase productivity M-F

watching friends and the simpson's for the first time (subtitled)

enchanted forest

utmost of obsessions

you have everything to gain by losing