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Jul. 3rd, 2003 11:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aintbrokeAm currently traveling with a brilliant British boy, and a crazy Canadian girl. We say goodbye tomorrow, and this is terribly sad.
Girona is a lovely town in the old European tradition. Small. Red tiled. Stone.
I had, for the first time in my life, an attempted bag snatching, which was such a non-event as to be amusing. It seemed as though the would be assailant felt it his duty to make a grab, but he really wanted us to know that he was doing us a favor.
Every one in the world needs to be listening to Chris Demeanor. Go. Find. Listen. You will not regret this, though the song "Cactus Man" will make you hate women. (Yes, much as "Gone for Good" does.)
I think it says something (I make no guesses about what) that the souvenir I really want from Spain is a European keyboard. A logical placement of the extra keys? Is such a thing even possible?
I am off to an even smaller town in the morning, high up in the Pyraneese, where I shall tramp around foothills robustly and in great health. All my planning (such as it was) is for naught, seeing as I am going through Pampalona just in time for the running of the bulls. I did want to see the city, but not then. Not during one of the worlds major annual touristic events. I'll just skip it and go to San Sebastian, where I can soak up the International Jazz Festival.
I don't plan to have internet access, but neither do I plan on being dead, so expect the next update in a week or ten days-ish.
And I love you, friends list mine; I wish you were all here with me, fending off conversation with lanky, suttering Spaniards and eatting tortillas.
Girona is a lovely town in the old European tradition. Small. Red tiled. Stone.
I had, for the first time in my life, an attempted bag snatching, which was such a non-event as to be amusing. It seemed as though the would be assailant felt it his duty to make a grab, but he really wanted us to know that he was doing us a favor.
Every one in the world needs to be listening to Chris Demeanor. Go. Find. Listen. You will not regret this, though the song "Cactus Man" will make you hate women. (Yes, much as "Gone for Good" does.)
I think it says something (I make no guesses about what) that the souvenir I really want from Spain is a European keyboard. A logical placement of the extra keys? Is such a thing even possible?
I am off to an even smaller town in the morning, high up in the Pyraneese, where I shall tramp around foothills robustly and in great health. All my planning (such as it was) is for naught, seeing as I am going through Pampalona just in time for the running of the bulls. I did want to see the city, but not then. Not during one of the worlds major annual touristic events. I'll just skip it and go to San Sebastian, where I can soak up the International Jazz Festival.
I don't plan to have internet access, but neither do I plan on being dead, so expect the next update in a week or ten days-ish.
And I love you, friends list mine; I wish you were all here with me, fending off conversation with lanky, suttering Spaniards and eatting tortillas.
