i missed portugal this weekend. alex and i were supposed to meet our group at the train, which left at 4:30 a.m. on saturday morning. friday night, i took cough medicine and passed out with my bag packed at midnight. he was still drinking at 4. i woke up at 5 in a panic, knocked on his door. it was locked and he didn´t answer so i thought he left ( Read more... )

right now i just want to eat mexican food, listen to johnny cash and ride in damien's truck ( Read more... )

paris was beautiful until saturday night. that's when i found myself in a shady phone booth across the street from hotel ibis. there were urine-soaked potato chips on the floor that crunched under my feet as i talked on the phone.
i finally talked to damienwe talked for a while--it was so nice just to hear his voice and hear about his day. we're ( Read more... )

in paris
three mins of net time left
downed bottle of red wine with the girls in front of moulin rouge
damien wont call me or answer
worried and depressed
love europe

i'm going to paris in 15 minutes ( Read more... )

[some amazing hostel, cadiz, españa]

i´m finally getting used to the spanish keyboard.
at 1 a.m. thursday morning, bridget, erin, alex and i hopped on an overnight bus to seville. we arrived at 8 a.m. and started our day at a starbucks (not my wish...) and went to alcazar, a cathedral, and a bull fight.
bull fighti left the bull fight in tears ( Read more... )

i've been coughing so much for the past few days that my back, abs and sides hurt. i'm so miserable in this country because every body smokes everywhere.
right now i'm hanging out with carlos, john matt and riley. john matt is high on hash and it's irritating because he's always high on hash and i wish he would stop ( Read more... )

i can´t believe i got drunk on a monday. i literally haven´t been that drunk in years ( Read more... )

i live on top of a gas station in downtown salamanca.
i actually live here. today, my group walked down the old city streets and took a "cultural tour" of the place that we'd be living in for the next few months. i can't believe that ( Read more... )

i moved to salamanca yesterday and ended my first day there by wandering through its streets at 5 a.m. with a puerto rican and two dutch men in their 30s, singing "raspberry berret" at the top of our lungs. the dutch, it seems, love prince ( Read more... )