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[This is the last of a series of entries I wrote in a travel diary I kept during the summer of 1999, when I went on a two-week long trip to Europe with people from my high school French class. Thankfully, many friends and my one-day husband were included in that group. Sadly, I have […]

[A continuation of my travel diary I kept during my Grande Tour de Europe: 1999. I’m typing it up for posterity. Or something. — Present-day Carrie] [horrible handwriting; worse than usual] On the bus going back to Rome from Pompeii. Can you tell? Really really nifty. Got oodles of pictures. Italy needs to do something […]

[A continuation of my travel diary from the summer of 1999, which I kept as I travelled through Europe. — Present-day Carrie] Good Lord, it is so hot down here. And these crazy Italians act like they have never heard of air conditioning. I think the heat’s gotten to their heads. Today we went to […]

[ A continuation of my travel diary from when I traveled Europe in the summer of 1999. — Present-day Carrie] Yeah, we’re on the bus again. Hopefully it won’t bus this time. Heading down to Florence. Yesterday was very spiffy. We walked around Lutzern, & this was the first time when I felt a great […]

[And we continue the travel diary I kept in the summer of 1999 as I traveled through Europe. Let’s find out if I finally escaped from France. — Present-day Carrie] Wow, this is a nifty hotel! And a nifty little town!* How come we’re only staying here for one day?! But I must finish yesterday’s […]

[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 […]