medium pimping: je suis ici!
formerly
'le vie c'est tres droll'
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Where to begin?
It seems that leaving for 2.5 weeks one can return to a completely different life. I have been slowly readjusting to home emphasis on slowly.
It was fun to leave the house for work on Monday morning and feel as though I was doing something which felt like deja vu instead of Totally Automatic.
Apologies in advance for having put that song in your head.
So let's see: 3 countries later I feel totally different. And I can't begin to explain it with words, so I am going to have to dig back in the old diary and tell it to you via stories. Kids: get ready to backtrack thru:
-Reykjavik, No I Didn't See Bjork
Chapter 1: Jet Lag
Chapter 2: Getting Drunk with the Bartender in the Kaffebarrin who turns out to be Anti-Semitic
Chapter 2: Riding the Tiny Icelandic Horses
Chapter 3: Geysers and Glufoss and the Famous Volcano Show and 12 People Asking if I had been Dancing on the Tables at a Bar the other Weekend (?!)
Chapter 4: Meeting Svenn's Sister or Icelandic People are Beautiful and Super Nice and Speak 4 Languages and Everyone in Reykjavik knows Everyone Else
Chapter 4: Bathing in Warm, Eerie Blaa Lonio (The Geothermal Blue Lagoon)
-London (arrival coinciding exactly with the Tube Strike)
Chapter 1: Oh My Aching Ass or Why I Will Never Ride a Pony across a Bumpy Landscape of Volcanic Rock Ever Again
Chapter 2: I Never Realized London Was this Big
Chapter 3: Culture Shock
Chapter 4: Posing as an Architect to Get into 100% Design Show (Which Was Actually about 88% Design if you ask me)
Chapter 5: Eating Doner Kebabi at the World Famous Kebabi place with EJ and Lovely Young William
Chapter 6: Rubbing My Own Ass or Will it Ache Forever?
Chapter 7: Seeing a Show at the Royal Court Theater for 5p (Approx. $.05)
Chapter 8: Having Sex With Lots of Strangers
Chapter 9: Just Kidding
Chapter 10: Urinals = Art at the Tate Modern or A Glass of Water Is Really An Oak Tree
Chapter 11: Laundry The Night Before a Trip to Paris Might Have Been a Good Idea if the Dryer Wasn't Broken.
Chapter 11: Packing Wet Clothes, Grabbing EJ, and Hightailing it to Paris
Paris
to be continued....
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