Posts Tagged ‘Traveling’
Viva
So: Las Vegas.
First thing: hot as all hell, and I mean so, so hot. Not humid, which was a huge mercy, but frying-in-the-blazing-sun hot. Triple-digit hot. So hot that it hurt to be outside and was uncomfortable even at night. I didn’t envy at all the men standing on the sidewalk handing out short stacks of hooker cards. Sorry—escort cards.
Planes, Trains, and Cars
I am still fresh off the plane and unbelievably travel weary, having pulled into the gate at SFO just over two hours ago (7 am). The last time I was in bed was 5 in the morning in Roissy-en-France, a peaceful, tidy little village less than an hour out of Paris. Home meant two subways, a train, a shuttlebus, three flights, a charter van ride, and a seemingly incalculable amount of time, but home I am, and like always, I am poignantly aware that Paris or Rome, there is no better place than right here, if only because I know it like the back of my hand.
(Sometimes) Sunny San Diego
I woke up this morning missing sunny San Diego, and feeling slightly strange about it because of how unfeelingly I’d bid goodbye to it the previous afternoon. It wasn’t that I hadn’t had fun; just for some reason, leaving it made me feel no regret. Until this morning, when I opened my eyes and realised I was alone and bored again.
Home for Christmas…and Glad that I am.
Canada was…cold. If I had to write this post in one sentence, that would be it. Thankfully, though, I have as much room as I would like to babble.
Anywhere
Who knew in Anywhere there is to be found, in varying quantities:
A 50 pound cooler full of drinks (normal drinks and happy drinks) enough to last us a week in the case of a freak storm and subsequent snow-in, lunchables, 7-layer-dip that is actually 4-layer-dip, sass, two-horse towns, quaint little country roads, scary little country roads, high school homecomings, impromptu stops, impromptu bathroom breaks, snark, sunny overlooks, WWII bunkers, picnics by the sea, toothpaste foam, cat allergies, wit, sparkling apple cider, illegal U-turns, Starbucks, Starbucks, Starbucks, three people in one little not-quite-queen bed, drag queens, gay couples, Jacuzzis full of gay couples, drunken karaoke, jumping drunk into an unheated pool at midnight to the countdown of strangers, spiders in bathtubs, blankets in the backseat, *NSYNC, pumpkin patches, cool fall breezes, drunken conversations about boys, calls to best friends back home, no homework, 20 pound gains, pedicures, deep fried battered items, carrot juice, pool at a pub, sarcasm, sports bras worn as bikini tops, gay porn, wood stoves, the scent of redwood trees, and realizing at the end that even though you had the time of your life and would do it all again in a New York minute and even though you love it up north and wish you had more than a weekend and don’t really want to come back, you really love it in Berkeley.
My Alaskan Cruise
It’s a little difficult, I’ll admit, to get back into the habit of blogging after such a long break from it. But as promised, an account of my trip up north. There’s no art in this; it’s tedious and it’s messy, but it’s what I did, and I want to have a brief account of it. The words in italics are what I wrote on the notepad on my ipod during the trip; brief thoughts, musings, and what-have-yous. Time is Ipod time & not the actual time in the area where I was at the moment
