[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. […]
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7/13/99 Day 5 “Ferry/Canterbury Day”
[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 […]
7/12/99 Day 4 “Stonehenge Day”
[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 […]
7/11/99 Day 3 “London Day Part Deux”
[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 […]
7/10/99 “London Day”
[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. […]
7/9/99 “Plane Day”
[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 […]
7/8/99 1 day before departure “Packing Day”
[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 […]
no vacation goes unpunished
I try to be witty about these things sometimes. I try to be a good writer and spin a great tale, but I do my best if I start my stories at the beginning and just tell them out as they have happened. I’m a chronological writer. The problem with this story is there are […]
Hot Girlsâ„¢
When you go to the beach, you’re bound to see some scantily-clad flesh. For some people, what would be the point of a beachy retreat if you weren’t going to see some booty? Once when I was a kid a lady walked down the beach in an absolute thong. We are talking dental floss up […]
check your brakes and update your insurance
Just to let y’all know, we’ve gone on vacation until next Monday. And, well . . . whenever I go on vacation, people tend to die. Last time I killed Mr. Wizard, remember? So get your gun and bring in the cat. Just until we get back.