and you were all there!  there was an evil witch-customs lady that tried to take away my dog toto and my pack and my red slippers, and my dad was a tin man, my mom was a scared lion, and my sister was a brainless scarecrow!  there were englishmen (and women), spaniards, and italians, OH MY! aussies, americans, and the french, OH MY!

and then i woke up at LAX.

my word… I’M HOME

it’s day 36.

of course i still have to post the pictures from venice, milan, and paris.
i would say it’s for the sake of being fair to those cities, but it’s more so for my need to be thorough and legitimize the fact that i was in fact, still in europe.  that’s weird to admit.

the last tumblr post isn’t coming yet.  i still have a few words (and pictures) left in me.

to london heathrow.

and through the chunnel i go.

thank you very much paris, france.  i’m sorry i suck at french and that my stay couldn’t be longer.  i would love to spend more time and more money that i don’t really have.  i’m sure i’ll be back.  and that’s no “that’s what they all say” comment, it’s more of an invitation for me to try and find my way back to paris, and the rest of france at that.

bonjour day 35.

sunny, 79 fahrenheit - 26 celsius, it’s nice.
i slept for a long time.  must:

[] pack
[] write notes for today - see what i didn’t yesterday
[] shower
[] eat
[] have a good day 34

i think i’m gonna wear the fedora today.  i know it’s not friday, though.  it’s so france doesn’t feel bad.  that and i don’t want to style my hair.  i’m pretty lazy.

“little town, it’s a quiet village,
every day, like the one before
little town, full of little people
waking up to say:”

bonjour!

(paris is not little)

lots of pictures and thoughts and walking for day 33.  i can’t believe monday is day 34.  paris is mighty purty.  if only i could speak french.  today and tomorrow won’t be enough.  i need to come back.  anyone interested?

i don’t know if it’s worth it to send these postcards tomorrow because i think i’ll be back before they reach their destinations.  i’ll still try and send them.

after waking up early, walking to milano centrale, getting onto the 6:40am train, figuring out the metro to get to paris gare du nord, and walking around to find my the comfort inn st pierre, i’m finally helping myself to a feast.

walked next door and spent 14 euro on pineapple yogurt, water, juice, way too many tomatoes, greens, ciabattina bread, mozarella, chorizo, gummy bears, and a convenient bottle of already mixed oil and vineager.  the pocket knives and fold/pop out maps are very handy.

i’m here paris.  thank you for being like a hundred degrees cooler.

but this time it’s to (hopefully) say goodbye to italy in general.  gonna try and walk to milano centrale and get on one of two trains to paris.

arrivederci italia.  pace.

bonjour paris.

i’m a very patient person.  i wish i could say the same for customer service as well as customers.

day 31.  limited time in milan.  don’t really want or need to see much.  but i do want to see how big the cathedral is.  i can’t wait to show you the video of how small this room is.