Too much has happened - my journal is the most reliable source:
3-10-2008
"Sunday is a blur - the longest bus ride of my life ended with a dingy hotel in Verdun where I shared a double bed with a girl I barely know. Highlights of the trek from DK to France include the ferry, chocolate eggs, watching Amelie, and having a mental breakdown with Caitlin - flower spritzing and a lot of chatting by the eleventh hour.
Took a nice long soak in the tub in a city I can't pronounce (something in the back of your throat and up your nasal passage, silent "m") R-E-I-M-S."
3-15-2008
PARIS = UNCANNY
"Remember walking to the Sacre Coeur through the crowded narrow streets, up the gradually inclining landscape, past the woman screaming at the man, and up the million jillion stairs to the church. Then, remember my flushed face and beating heart and sweaty palms as I walked around and looked up at the heaven of human architecture. Maybe I even prayed."
3-16-2008
"Luggage. So sick of luggage. The weight of my belongings. Remember the pigeons in the train station - dirty, intrusive, like insects that don't bite. Now it is light and the window is filled with green green green and a cloud-shaped sky. South we go. A flock of train cars and suitcases."
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