Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Picture update from Morocco.

Camped at the base of the Alhambra.
Crossing the Strait of Gibraltar.

Toledos bridges.

On the Ruta de Don Quixote in Castilla La Mancha.

Overlooking Granada in the watchtower of the Alhambra. Hadnt showered in like four days when this picture was taken.

La Mezquita.

This was a good day of walking.

Hieronymus Bosch The Garden of Earthly Delights in the Prado in Madrid.

Really good meal in Toledo.


*'v morrocan keyboards;;;;:;:!;!;!:,;,;:!

Monday, May 26, 2008

I lose things.

Lost For Whom the Bell Tolls the other night. Really good read and it´s set in the region of Spain I was in. Can´t seem to find it in any bookstores. Not a lot of english literature in Southern Spain. Trying to a Gabriel Garcia Marquez book in Spanish with a diccionario. A girl on the train to Prague recommended if i´m trying to learn a language, read their literature. She was reading Catcher in The Rye.

On Wine.

Dear Rioja region of Spain,

Reservas, Embotellados, y otra bodegas. The unbeatable red of Spain. Why are you so perfect after a long day of travelling? You are there with South Africans, Spaniards, the English, Irishmen, Portuguese and Indians. Smooth and tawny. Best regards, and I´ll see you on my way to Pamplona.




Dear Security Guard that woke me up this morning and pushed me into the cold Spanish mountain town,

I know. You were just doing your job. But, maybe next time, don´t watch me hobble out of my tent all bleary-eyed and buttoning my pants. Also, I don´t speak Spanish so well, so por favor, next time speak English. Gracias.

Until next time,


PS. The view from my campsite was worth getting up at 6:50 this morning. The walls of the Alhambra were lit up for me.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

A letter.

Dear Adventurous Spirit,

Please get a job.


Friday, May 16, 2008

There´s a nice shot of Venice.

Layed down for a little rest at the top of a mountain and that´s what I saw.

The Pyrrenes one morning, rising to greet me.

I thought this was a really cool Franz Kafka sculpture in Prague.

More narrow Venetian streets.

Climbing mountains in Salzburg.

Museum of C0mmunism in Prague, Czech Republic. That´s Uncle Lenin on the right there. That was an incredibly interesting museum, made me want to further behind the iron curtain.

The grapes were really small in France. Cody would have really liked hiking through the vineyards.

First vineyards in France, they were cava vines I think.

That might be a giant plaster Jesus. That´s his crotch I´m touching.

Just havin´ coffee in a coffee shop in Amsterdam.

This is Matt, a good friend who I spent a lot of time with. It was he and I with 18 other girls, so we kind of relied on each other for some sanity. We´re just in the Sistine Chapel here.

I think this is me walking around in Venice.

That´s Saddam Hussein on my forehead at 3 in the morning in Valencia, Spain.

A beautiful shot of Valencia.

Drivers are insane in Rome. When we first arrived in the city, we plotted the hotel on a map and took off into the city on mopeds.

Then I crashed mine. Bent the front fork, it was 220 euros to fix it plus the rental. This is just a little video of how these Italians drive.


Monday, May 12, 2008

From Valencia.

I´m in Valencia, Spain right now and the weather´s beautiful and there´s lots of oranges everywhere. I lost the connection cord for my camera in my last hostel, I lent it out to somebody, so there might not be any new pictures for a while...
¿Has everyone seen this? This building is amazing. THE most interesting and beautiful buildings I´ve ever seen, it´s called La Sagrada Familia. On my way through Barcelona I went and visited it again.

Dad, there are lots of other boatyard in the world, and they´re not as bad as the one in St. Thomas... This one´s in Barcelona, I think.

This is my friend Cassandra. She´s half spider: she climbs walls. Except she eats men instead of insects.

Saturday, May 10, 2008

Just crossed the Spanish border.

I´ve been walking 20 our of the past 48 hours. Crossed the border of Spain from France, walked across it. Also walked through rolling cava vineyards, the berries are so small. By the time I leave Spain in July the berries should be big or harvested. That´d be amazing to help with a harvest. I´m thinking about temp work in Rioja or La Mancha.

Thursday, May 8, 2008

On my own.

I'm in Amsterdam.
Everybody left.
I'm working on lining up couches to sleep on in Perpignan and Spain.
It's kind of quiet. All I have left is my wit and ticket.

Monday, May 5, 2008

Bikes, graves, bridges and towers.

I forget the name of this one...

Il Ponte Vecchio, in Florence. It means "old bridge". My favorite part of old Florence.
Sort randomly stumbled on Jean-Paul Satre´s grave one day in Paris. That was cool.
Walking around the Louvre all day does this to you. That´s Matt, Dana and Brett-Anne, some good friends that went to the Louvre with me. We were so tired and goofy by the end of it.

Swiss army bike. The thing was a tank, it weighed 80 lbs! Saw it in Paris at a flea market.

Hemingway's House

Hemingway's House
In Havana, Cuba.