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I'm in France and it's all finally happening. This...
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jet-lagged musings.
in which the bonnes are re-united.
Bonne and I had a joyful reunion on the corner of ...
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rock en seine.
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in which bonne, arnaud and i enjoy paris.
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Nothing particularly of note happened that day, ex...
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We justified the fact that we had arrived late to ...
Our cab driver to our hotel in Brussels was a bois...
Everything feels so different, and in such a good ...
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it begins.
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amsterdam.
This is the 8 Euro Pot Leaf Umbrella I purchased i...
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That first evening in Amsterdam was, I'm pretty su...
the bulldog.
What with eight hours of sleep, space cake, and a ...
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Soon I got to quite love my bike and all the canal...
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It had been a week since my plane touched down in ...
Faded: An Ode to Amsterdam.
On our second night we stayed in a hostel farther ...
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On the (creaky) plane to Spain right now. I'm just...
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Senora's is magical. I don't even know what to say...
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I freaking love Madrid. I started off today so out...
Chiqui...
I love journaling. I feel like I've come so far in...
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Pondering in Parque Retiro
el palacio royal.
the pride and the falda
the infamous falda.
eileen.
hola, granada.
In Granada I felt something activate. There were s...
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hostel rambutin...
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This is the story of the time I got caught shoplif...
in which the bonnes celebrate their freedom.
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remember.
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in which bonne and lorena and i go to morocco, and...
ooh, morocco.
Standing on the deck of the ferry looking toward A...
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It's been one day in Morocco and I am already dres...
the souks.
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speak softly, and carry a berber sword.
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the berber pirate.
the desert.
love on the beach in barcelona.
the cannibal in Cordoba
the taxi pirate.
November 21st, 2006
caught!
What a day. Good in its simplicity. It started out...
Oh, the essence of my awkwardness. Everything can ...
It was la crema de la crema of Plaza Castilla soci...
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