Jesus christ what a week!

Ok, so my week was pretty average, but Antoine's week? Shitty. And so my week took on some of those overtones ( Read more... )

Well, that was my plan, at least. I figured, ok, so I don't have a camera, but I spent the day visiting sites of national historic importance! Surely other people, people with much better equipment, people with special access, will have taken much better photos for me to show everyone ( Read more... )

I! Am taking tomorrow off. My stomach has made it quite clear to me that it wishes to have a break from anxiety and I'm not really getting a whole lot done in the museum library anyway ( Read more... )

I had my second of three very stressful meetings today. Stress and I don't mix--it tends to make me stupid. Add to that a second language and you have quite the ass-making cocktail ( Read more... )

Didn't sleep so well last night. There was a futbol match, which Valencia apparently won (I'm deducing this from the many explosions around 9:30pm) which meant that the bars were full and loud until about 3am, including a group of guys were seemed to be playing their own futbol with beer bottles in the street below my window and had a kind/unkind ( Read more... )

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I FINALLY found the freaking Mercadona! For some reason grocery stores in Spanish cities are always a stealth operation. Even with Google Maps, the only way to really find one is to stalk a little old lady with her cloth market buggy as she totters down the street, stops and chats with all her friends, contemplates the fur coats in the windows, ( Read more... )

Already the new year has brought many new things! Namely, Skype (I know, I know, I'm bloody late on this one), and the wonder that is tailors!

Yes, I've never been to a tailor before yesterday, but I had some pants--well, all of my pants, really--that were too damn long. Since they are dress pants, and since I am now sitting in an airport to fly ( Read more... )

I swear, Google Maps is the greatest invention EVAR for travelers like me. I now have a folder with walking routes plotted for the train station to hostel, hostel to each museum I need to get to, and I have plotted the location of the nearest Mercadona. Mmm Mercadona. Home of cheap groceries and tasty cheese ( Read more... )

I dreamed that I was in a truck with a new crew, headed to a site. It may have been somewhere in Oregon, as there were trees. Going up a slow gravel hill, the truck passed every rotten unit I have ever dug. Every bath-tubbed sidewall, every unit floor that was too deep, to unlevel, or generally fucked up. It was mortifying. I kept trying to ( Read more... )