Tomorrow my folks and I leave for Iceland. My parents picked up three (3!) guidebooks and every few hours we pick one up and browse through it. The only problem is that we can only pronounce about one place/person name in ten, which makes for very tricky communication. “Well, we’re going to be in… hhhhhhh… […]
Philadelphia, PA USA Read More »
Two very classy people have observed to me how nice it must be to have a daddy who funds big trips. Yes it would be, I would respond if I were a quicker thinker, except that I’m paying for this myself. (also, I might add, why couldn’t it be a mommy who funds a big
Winston-Salem, NC, USA Read More »
Yesterday I turned in my three weeks’ notice. Last week I bought some of my plane tickets. I should maybe start at the beginning. The plan, post-Scotland, was always to get away again. Everything I did was temporary — 6 month rental agreement, temp job, lackadaisical housecleaning habits (I might move at any minute!). Then
Chapter 2, in which I actually leave! I went home, had a screwdriver, and slept. My phone rang. I looked at the number, which started with +46. Herrang! I picked up the phone and leaped out of bed. Phone calls are better standing up. Shut up, they totally are. Especially at 4am. Yes, oh yes,
Greensboro, NC, USA Read More »
Herrang was a very surreal experience. I slept three times a day, saw some intermingling of Edinburgh, Greensboro, and Raleigh friends, enjoyed 19 hours of sunlight, always caught sunup AND sundown, camped alone for the first time (as alone as you can be with 50 other tents packed around yours) — it was a strange
Airport arrival: 1pm Airport departure: 10pm Number of plane boardings: 2 Number of phone calls to parents, updating status: 30 Number of times through security: 3 Number of flight changes: 435 Number of storms: 2 Number of convenient flights: 3 Number with empty seats: 0 Number of sobbing sessions in airport bathroom: 1 Number desired:
In Which I Attempt To Get To Sweden Read More »
New note the first: as I was on my way to the bathroom (giving myself a break from all this internet perusal) I recognized a feeling that I’ve Had Before! It was the good god, this trip needs to HAPPEN already so I can stop thinking about it! New note the second, in which I
I’ve had that title in my head for days. It still causes internal amusement. Hee. Doctor: Mrs. Vanderboodle, you seem to be suffering from acute internal amusement. I’m afraid you have 20 minutes to live. Chapter one, in which I am a little punchy. Or whatever. I’m at work. I’m running on adrenaline and 2
Emily in Europe, part 2: The Swedening! Read More »
I’d traveled before this trip: over the States and into Canada, Mexico, Caribbean, the UK, France, Scandinavia, college – you get the idea – and I’d never had culture shock. Granted, I’d never stayed in a one-room hut with 30 other people in the middle of the jungle, but these places were, um, different in