My dad came to visit me after my stay in Barcelona. We saw as much of Paris in 4 days as some tourists see in 2 weeks. It was definitely a whirlwind tour! My favorite part was our day trip to Tours, an hour from Paris, where we went on a tour of a couple castles. Here are two of Dad's "metro cam" segments:
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
A visitor
My dad came to visit me after my stay in Barcelona. We saw as much of Paris in 4 days as some tourists see in 2 weeks. It was definitely a whirlwind tour! My favorite part was our day trip to Tours, an hour from Paris, where we went on a tour of a couple castles. Here are two of Dad's "metro cam" segments:
Vicky, Christina, Barcelona . . . but no Javier or Woody Allen narration.
Time to catch up a bit I suppose. I've fallen out of my blogging habit without wi fi chez moi. Sorry. :( Now that I have internet AND a spiffy new camera, it's time to go wild! (If blogging can be considered a wild activity, I think not.)
Vacation was absolutely lovely. I wrote a paper, tutored, worked on a few documents for the consulting company I do translations for . . . wait, this was supposed to be vacation, right? I made up for it in the final week, jetting off (ha! jet. It was Ryan Air, which requires more bus time than jet time) to Barcelona with the lovely Americans, Stephanie and Elizabeth.
(The photos are theirs. I was still cameraless at the time.)
I think my favorite parts of the trip were visiting la Pedrera, one of Gaudi's building, and eating paella. Typical tourist stuff, I know, but I don't care!! It was great!

As for the Vicky, Christina, Barcelona reference, we decided Stephanie was Penelope Cruz's character (she's more exotic than either Elizabeth or me and has the great hair), Elizabeth was Scarlett Johansson (blonde and voluptuous), and I was Rebecca's character, Vicky (neurotic and analytical). They know me so well. :)
Vacation was absolutely lovely. I wrote a paper, tutored, worked on a few documents for the consulting company I do translations for . . . wait, this was supposed to be vacation, right? I made up for it in the final week, jetting off (ha! jet. It was Ryan Air, which requires more bus time than jet time) to Barcelona with the lovely Americans, Stephanie and Elizabeth.
(The photos are theirs. I was still cameraless at the time.)
As for the Vicky, Christina, Barcelona reference, we decided Stephanie was Penelope Cruz's character (she's more exotic than either Elizabeth or me and has the great hair), Elizabeth was Scarlett Johansson (blonde and voluptuous), and I was Rebecca's character, Vicky (neurotic and analytical). They know me so well. :)
silly me
For the past few months I've been balancing my laptop in all sorts of positions in search of a wi fi signal after losing my wonderful free signal. One knee raised, elbow on the light switch, stick out your tongue, . . . ok, three bars, hoorah!
Tonight, I finally caved and prepared a nice little note in French for my neighbor, politely asking if I could pay for access to his network. I stepped up to the door, note pre-taped, and heard the tv on inside. I stashed the note in my pocket and knocked. Before I hardly had the words out of my mouth, he had the code written down and didn't want me to pay anything!
I HAVE INTERNET!!! FAST, GLORIOUS FREEEEEE INTERNET!!!!!!
Tonight, I finally caved and prepared a nice little note in French for my neighbor, politely asking if I could pay for access to his network. I stepped up to the door, note pre-taped, and heard the tv on inside. I stashed the note in my pocket and knocked. Before I hardly had the words out of my mouth, he had the code written down and didn't want me to pay anything!
I HAVE INTERNET!!! FAST, GLORIOUS FREEEEEE INTERNET!!!!!!
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