Category Archives: random life

[We are still continuing with my travel diary from the summer of 1999 when I had the opportunity to experience Europe. I liked France until I went there. — Present-day Carrie] Yes, folks, you heard (read) me right. We’re just gearing up for a 10 our bus ride through France to Switzerland. About to leave […]

[This is a continuation of the travel diary I kept during the summer of 1999 when I had the pleasure of touring Europe for two weeks. This entry explains some of why I always remember why July 14th is Bastille Day. That and my odd love of history. Quick, what happened in 1215?? — Present-day […]

[A continuation of my travel diary from when I went to Europe in 1999. Whenever it happens to be July 14th, I comment to those around me, “Hey, it’s Bastille Day,” and they look at me like I’m nuts. No one around here knows what that is. Thanks to the Parisians, I bloody well know. […]

[A continuation of the travel diary I kept during the summer of 1999 when I took a European trip with members of my high school French class. Thankfully, Steven took French as well. — Present-day Carrie] Sitting in Canterbury, as in the Canterbury Tales. Stupid black pen leaked*. Went through the Cathedral. On our way […]

[This is a continuation of the travel diary I kept in the summer of 1999 when I ran amok all over Europe, barely 19, towing an 18-year-old Steven with me. Good times. — Present-day Carrie] I’m in Bath. No no no, not the bath, Bath, England of all places. Like in the Canterbury Tales, the […]

[A further continuation of my travel diary from the summer of 1999, when I had the pleasure of touring Europe. I did a lot of stream-of-consciousness writing because that’s how I wanted to remember it. — Present-day Carrie] Very glad I found my camera! Thought I lost it yesterday, how nerveracking. Anyhoo, we’re on a […]

[This is a continuation of my travel diary from the summer of 1999, when Steven and I had the opportunity to go to Europe. In case y’all are wondering (since my 19 year old self was wondering) the plane we flew on was a Boeing 777. It felt safe enough. I still don’t like planes. […]

[This is a continuation of the travel diary I kept during a European vacation during the summer of 1999. I figured I’d best type it up . . . you know, in case of fire, alien invasion, etc. — Present-day Carrie] While I’m thinking about it (& cause Steven reminded me) here’s a tenative Present […]

[In part to keep my mind off things, and also in lieu of other ideas, I present to you the travel diary I kept during a span of two weeks in the summer of 1999 when I went on a trip to Europe. I was 19 years old, a newly-minted college sophomore, and Steven and […]