I'm in this weird limbo between travel and normal life, which I'm sure I'll be on until I get back to work, but I find it very difficult to focus on either. I uploadedmore photos from my trip to Flickr...throughout that trip, an alternative opinion inside of my head was saying "Let's get fucking rowdy!" It's hard to get into that mood back home when two of the people I live with have work in the morning
...for good measure, this is Tessa, Clarissa's new kitten. She's adorable and was intrigued by this whole pumpkin thing. Monday morning we left at 6:30 again and got home around 3. My 7 1/2 or 8 hour trips are definitelybehind me. Next time I'll have a baby I'll have to stop and feed and change and all that... now I know why it always took us FOREVER to drive up here as kids. =/ Oh well. They were...
Иду по перрону...одни азербайджанцы... Мне еще сутки с ними ехать... В вагоне есть русские, хорошо. Проводника зовут Малик, собирает со всех дань за постель. По 100 рублей с носа. Международный поезд пахнет шашлыком.
Looks like I am going to Texas for a few days. Brian called me after he got my email and told me about bereavement fares which I didn't even know about. I can leave tomorrow morning on United airlines...happy when I said I wanted to go out there to be with her for a few days that she started crying all over again. Maybe she'd be fine driving out to get me because it's something to do. I don't know
Больше года фотки из Швейцарии валялись у меня, пока руки наконец-то не дошли написать статью. Читайте в свежем номере Швейцария. «Viva!: Биографии». Отдельное спасибо Марине Цедик за редактуру текста.
За десятки визитов в столицу в последние пару лет всего третий раз осознанно гуляю по Красной площади. Поезд вечером, до 4-5 pm делать особо нечего - зовите в гости/присоединяйтесь что ли. p.s. Бодрячком, пацанчики, бодрячком.
уезжаю всего на неделю, а такое ощущение, что на целую жизнь. всё безразлично... ...и опять слишком мало часов в сутках. ...шота будит...шота апридиленна будит.
