total and utter neglect. terrible. unforgivable. been away. busy. better things to do.
amsterdam. edinburgh. torrevieja. barcalona. paris.
here are some thoughts that pop into my head because i can't be arsed constructing a decent blog right now (or possibly ever again, as recent postings may suggest).
paris. i love it, i love it, i love it, i love it. i didn't expect to. i knew i would enjoy it. it's paris for god's sake. but i'm more about atmos than traditional sight-seeing. paris had both in spades. i want to be there forever.
paella is the bomb but sangria is ick.
clogllageing. look it up. you won't find it because we (three sisters and a boy) invented it and haven't told wikipedia yet. but watch this space because it's going to take off. ingredients: amsterdam, one nude clog per person, coloured textas, coffee shop (that's amsterdam's version of a coffee shop), creativity. result? you'll see when i find my phone connecty thing which lets me get my pictures off my camera.
hold up. 12 hours later. housemates' connecty thingy fits my camera. handy.
i still haven't stopped thinking about that white chocolate waffle. should have got another one...aaaaand a muffin. sheriously.
the mcspanish don't flurry their mcflurrys. unacceptable.
note to self: check designated driver drives manual before booking rent-a-car. days: five. stalls: 11.
Charles de Gaulle airport: easily the worst i've been to. three hours queuing. not joking. there was a queue to get in the queue.
aussie bushfires. devastating. understatement. and, being in spain at the time, i'm sure i haven't heard the half of it. read this. i mean, only if you want.
i link to rick a lot. it's because i think his writing is worth reading. he's also worth knowing.
i know a lot of people worth knowing. awesome for me.
is this just getting silly?
okay, i will.
okay, good, go.
fine, i'm gone.