As is the case everytime I say I will do something, it doesnt happen. Paradise ended up costing money, so we went to a beach hostel and hung with the people there. Some Aussies and Canadians. Talked politics, then caught a cab home.
The next morning, we didnt go to Delos, but continued living the life in Mycanos and visiting with Stephanos, our excitable bartender. I wandered around town by myself, dressed as a gypsy, while the Riggs family had beach time (I was too fried to even consider it). Two scoops of overpriced ice cream, one man on a mule, and many tourists later I headed back to the hotel where the Riggs treated me to amazing dinner of Scorpion fish soup and pasta, finished with a souffle split four ways. Decadent, that. Then Mr. Riggs, Eric and I headed back into town where we found a bracelet for Titi to thank her for saving my moms nerves many times over and then we went to a couple bars and clubs that I was not dressed for but danced and laughed nonetheless.
Yesterday we caught flights back to Athens where mommy and daddy Riggs abandoned Eric and I to wait five hours for our flight to Berlin. I met Andrew from Philly who was a self-made business man at the age of 18. He talked with an arrogance that made me not want to like him, but I liked the things he said. He slipped away without saying goodbye or exchangig info, so I can talk freely about him online.
I got hit with some kind of sinus thing that made me want to chop off my head so I sought comfort in the greasy arms of McDonalds, and though my double cheeseburger, fries, and M&M McFlurry were just what I wanted, what really made me feel better was the Deutsch guys in line, trying to decide what to get.
"Oooh, ein Quateh Poooowndeh."
"Mitt cheese!!!"
"Ja, ist classic."
"Oh, ja ja."
The flight got in around midnight to Berlin, Eric and I caught the train into town, then caught a cab. I wish I had stayed at the BaxPax hostel when I actually had time in Berlin. The bar was open on a Monday night, the location was central, and the bathrooms were clean. It had character, but not in the way that requires vaccinations.
I slept in my person pocket for the last time and it was the most memorable. A wine bottle in my luggage had shattered, so I woke with glass shards tangled in my hair and my skin smelling of cheap Greek wine. Deborah Riggs would probably say that was a better experience than actually drinking it. She wasnt a fan.
This morning we woke up with intent to see the city, but ended up just seeing Mathias (my friend who we stayed with in Stockholm) on his break from class, then missing our train to Hessich. The next one got in an hour later and Titi was laughing at me.
We threw my clothes in the wash, ate some of the fresh bread Jenns opa makes, then headed for Shaumburg with Titi and Adrian. I sent Eric and Adrian running around as Titi and I relaxed downstairs. We were all rewarded by spaghetti ice cream in town, I paid Titi the money I owed her, and now we are relaxing at home, eating pizza and talking of nerd things. Tomorrow Eric and I catch a train at 4:20am for me to catch a plane at 7:30am to get in at 9:30-10pm tomorrow.
Europe trip 2009 is coming to a close. I AM NOT READY! But the adventure of Healy/Lizzy/Hey Chica continues. Look for another blog about moving to Texas. If you are still bored and in front of a computer.
And anyone who I have met on my travels is more than invited to stay with me in whatever city I am residing at the time. Except for that creepy Italian guy. You know who you are. If I have learned nothing, it is the importance of community and supporting travelers.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Opa!!!
Grandfather en Duetsch, oops in Greek!
Chris from came over for dinner in Bucharest, we watched the Michael Jackson memorial. I was shocked when he didn't pop out of the gold coffin and moonwalk. Chris was thrilled with the little Welsh boy who sang and talked about how Michael touched him. Sorry, couldn't resist.
The next morning, Chris missed his first two trains to Constanta and came back for his bag, breakfast, and a walk around the park and the old town which was under construction and not quite ready for visitors yet. I though it had more flavor that way.
He caught his 3rd train out, then Eric and I sat in the park and journalled. I wandered a bit and stumbled upon a group of old men playing chess. They looked shocked to see a female and a couple almost poked me to see if I was real. There should be a sign or something posted. Not that I would have been able to read it.
The flight to Athens went on without a problem and Eric and I took a taxi to the hotel. The driver was very nice and even gave Eric the CD playing in his car when Eric mentioned he liked it, but I made sure he knew I was aware of Zone 1 and Zone 2 and how much the taxi should cost. Basically, I was a tough bitch.
The hotel was luxurious and overlooked the Acropolis. We met the Riggs parentals for drink on the roof and basked in the view. The next day we explored the Acropolis and the new museum and the ruins of the Theatre of Dionysis. Dinner in a roof garden was fish (with the head, of course) and veggies. Chris from Palermo was in town, but we just missed each other. I would have liked more time in Athens, but the next day we caught a ferry to Mycanos, where we spent most the day switching hotels from a crazy-fancy resort on the water to one closer to town where all four of us could stay. (We were booked in two different hotels originally, a 45 minute cab drive apart) Layed out on the beach, then I scored a free Tolberone drink from the bartender, which he refilled for free as well and I thought I would just die from cream overload.
Today I fried myself on the beach with a couple Albanian guys, then met Alex, Tommy, and George from Wisconsin who are going out to Paradise tonight. I will see if I can get Eric to go out with me.
Tomorrow is Delos, the next day is back to Athens to catch a flight to Berlin, then to Hannover the next day (after a stop in Hessich) to catch a flight the next morning to Florida. Aye aye aye!
Chris from came over for dinner in Bucharest, we watched the Michael Jackson memorial. I was shocked when he didn't pop out of the gold coffin and moonwalk. Chris was thrilled with the little Welsh boy who sang and talked about how Michael touched him. Sorry, couldn't resist.
The next morning, Chris missed his first two trains to Constanta and came back for his bag, breakfast, and a walk around the park and the old town which was under construction and not quite ready for visitors yet. I though it had more flavor that way.
He caught his 3rd train out, then Eric and I sat in the park and journalled. I wandered a bit and stumbled upon a group of old men playing chess. They looked shocked to see a female and a couple almost poked me to see if I was real. There should be a sign or something posted. Not that I would have been able to read it.
The flight to Athens went on without a problem and Eric and I took a taxi to the hotel. The driver was very nice and even gave Eric the CD playing in his car when Eric mentioned he liked it, but I made sure he knew I was aware of Zone 1 and Zone 2 and how much the taxi should cost. Basically, I was a tough bitch.
The hotel was luxurious and overlooked the Acropolis. We met the Riggs parentals for drink on the roof and basked in the view. The next day we explored the Acropolis and the new museum and the ruins of the Theatre of Dionysis. Dinner in a roof garden was fish (with the head, of course) and veggies. Chris from Palermo was in town, but we just missed each other. I would have liked more time in Athens, but the next day we caught a ferry to Mycanos, where we spent most the day switching hotels from a crazy-fancy resort on the water to one closer to town where all four of us could stay. (We were booked in two different hotels originally, a 45 minute cab drive apart) Layed out on the beach, then I scored a free Tolberone drink from the bartender, which he refilled for free as well and I thought I would just die from cream overload.
Today I fried myself on the beach with a couple Albanian guys, then met Alex, Tommy, and George from Wisconsin who are going out to Paradise tonight. I will see if I can get Eric to go out with me.
Tomorrow is Delos, the next day is back to Athens to catch a flight to Berlin, then to Hannover the next day (after a stop in Hessich) to catch a flight the next morning to Florida. Aye aye aye!
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Bhudda my Pest, Magura, and now Bucresti
Budapest was killer, Eric and I picked up the sexy Swedish militia woman, Kiowa, and we went to the Turkish baths, then walked the gorgeous city park. One of my favorite castles so far was in the park. Then we headed to a serious Hungarian dinner, meeting Dan from Boston along the way and dragging him along.
Pre-drinking at the hostel lead to a night of spectacular dancing where we literally let loose and scared all the locals with our bodacious moves. Then I sang opera all the way home like a cultured little piggy. Somewhere in all this we convinced Kiowa t come to Magura with us.
The next day we just walked around the town, seeing the Buda side and then crossing the very exciting chain bridge where a party was going on and the vendors were selling adorable jewelry and delicious candy.
Caught the night train to Brasov, where we set up a gypsy booby trap (supposedly they run on the train, grab your bag, and hop of) that kept entangling and enraging the ticket collectors. As I sat, drinking wime we macguyvered open and looking at the moon, I was just completely content.
Then we finally used my mom's hoarde of wet naps by mopping up the nasty train floor and made a bed for me there while Kiowa and Eric had their own bench. This set up worked well until a Romanian man woke uop with "Please wake up, it is morning." Other peopleneeded our seats and we were very groggy and reluctant, but they were persistent so we awoke and arranged ourselves in a way to facilitate them. Then a woman came by demanding reservations which we did not have and the woman in Budapest assured us that we did not need. Surprisingly, the Romanian couple we had been so begrudging to facilitate pleaded our case and we were allowed to continue our trip. Then they gave us bread. I like them.
We took a bus from Brasov to Moeciu, then had Josef, the owner of the hostel, come pick us up after a failed attempt to find the trail to lead us up the mountain to the hostel. He took us immediately to Dracula's Bran castle. Unfortunately my camera was dead, but Kiowa took many pictures. I thought it was rather small, but it was my favorite. I enjoyed reading about REAL Romanian history along with the myth. That castle had seen a lot more interesting things than Vlad.
Then Josef took us to his farm on the mountain where we picked berries, went on moonlight hikes, rented a horse for 10 eurp an hour and rode her in the rain, drank fresh milk with honey that I had bought from an old Romanian women (the honey, the milk was free from the hostel's cows), and hiked to the top of the mountain and wondered how life could be any other way but this at that moment.
This morning we hiked down the mountain and caught a train to Bucharest and on the train I met Chris from Wales, who was gorgeous and I got along with quite well while Eric exchanged info with a cute Romanian girl and Kiowa got trapped by a mniddle aged Asian man. On a whim, I messaged Chris' hostel with my info and an invite to dinner. He accepted and should be here shortly. Not bad for a Tuesday.
Pre-drinking at the hostel lead to a night of spectacular dancing where we literally let loose and scared all the locals with our bodacious moves. Then I sang opera all the way home like a cultured little piggy. Somewhere in all this we convinced Kiowa t come to Magura with us.
The next day we just walked around the town, seeing the Buda side and then crossing the very exciting chain bridge where a party was going on and the vendors were selling adorable jewelry and delicious candy.
Caught the night train to Brasov, where we set up a gypsy booby trap (supposedly they run on the train, grab your bag, and hop of) that kept entangling and enraging the ticket collectors. As I sat, drinking wime we macguyvered open and looking at the moon, I was just completely content.
Then we finally used my mom's hoarde of wet naps by mopping up the nasty train floor and made a bed for me there while Kiowa and Eric had their own bench. This set up worked well until a Romanian man woke uop with "Please wake up, it is morning." Other peopleneeded our seats and we were very groggy and reluctant, but they were persistent so we awoke and arranged ourselves in a way to facilitate them. Then a woman came by demanding reservations which we did not have and the woman in Budapest assured us that we did not need. Surprisingly, the Romanian couple we had been so begrudging to facilitate pleaded our case and we were allowed to continue our trip. Then they gave us bread. I like them.
We took a bus from Brasov to Moeciu, then had Josef, the owner of the hostel, come pick us up after a failed attempt to find the trail to lead us up the mountain to the hostel. He took us immediately to Dracula's Bran castle. Unfortunately my camera was dead, but Kiowa took many pictures. I thought it was rather small, but it was my favorite. I enjoyed reading about REAL Romanian history along with the myth. That castle had seen a lot more interesting things than Vlad.
Then Josef took us to his farm on the mountain where we picked berries, went on moonlight hikes, rented a horse for 10 eurp an hour and rode her in the rain, drank fresh milk with honey that I had bought from an old Romanian women (the honey, the milk was free from the hostel's cows), and hiked to the top of the mountain and wondered how life could be any other way but this at that moment.
This morning we hiked down the mountain and caught a train to Bucharest and on the train I met Chris from Wales, who was gorgeous and I got along with quite well while Eric exchanged info with a cute Romanian girl and Kiowa got trapped by a mniddle aged Asian man. On a whim, I messaged Chris' hostel with my info and an invite to dinner. He accepted and should be here shortly. Not bad for a Tuesday.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
My favorite flower was the sun, now I know better
I met up with Stefan yesterday who did not take me to Bratislava, but who showed me more of Wien. We got caught in a rain storm at the schloss, so we headed to the hostel where we met Eric, back from the Leopold museum.
The three of us ate some rice then went out pub hopping. Peach dessert wine is amazing, in case you were wondering. Most of the clubs were dead, but we ended up in an Irish pub that had cheap drinks and all the students, then eventually headed home after the metro quit running.
This morning we slept in, caught a train to Hungary, then caught an evening tour from a local who was AMAZING. Hungary is so cool, I love it already. The people look like Sarah Pirisky, there are sunflower fields, and the language is so cool. We thought about going out tonight, but I am exhausted and tomorrow promises Turkish baths, cave crawling, more Turkish baths where locals party, then a self inflicted pub crawl. Then on Saturday we will catch a night train to Romania!
The three of us ate some rice then went out pub hopping. Peach dessert wine is amazing, in case you were wondering. Most of the clubs were dead, but we ended up in an Irish pub that had cheap drinks and all the students, then eventually headed home after the metro quit running.
This morning we slept in, caught a train to Hungary, then caught an evening tour from a local who was AMAZING. Hungary is so cool, I love it already. The people look like Sarah Pirisky, there are sunflower fields, and the language is so cool. We thought about going out tonight, but I am exhausted and tomorrow promises Turkish baths, cave crawling, more Turkish baths where locals party, then a self inflicted pub crawl. Then on Saturday we will catch a night train to Romania!
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Schnitzel und strudel
Mathias and Bengta came to collect us around noon and we headed out for hotdog wraps with potatoes and crab salad. Very interesting and filling. Then we went to a museum which held a story even more pathetic than Titanic, this much-celebrated ship sank in the harbor on its maiden voyage. The brine in the water preseved it to where you can see many of the details on the intricate carvings. We walked around town, found ice cream, saw a protest about the going-ons of Iran government, and then went home to get ready for a patrty.
The party was just so Swedish. I dont know what made it that way, whether is was the girl with short blonde hair and high shorts, or the slurred language, or the park the flat over-looked, but I just felt so authentic. We stayed up and chatted and drank and snacked until 2am, when we went to Mathias' flat, collected our things, and caught a 3:45am bus to our 6:30am flight to Berlin.
In Berlin we caught the Alternative Tour, which Eric had to carry his pack around for because all the train station lockers were full. The Tour was AMAZING, though. That is the Berlin I knew I would love. We learned about the city-santioned giant food fight, the grafitti, the day-time raves, the naked dance clubs, everything. I am moving to Berlin for at least a year. A cold, cold year.
Unfortunately, we had to cut the tour short and caught a train to Prague. Prague was just as amazing as everyone said. The Jewish history is amazing. My favorite part was Piskas Synagouge where they wrote the names of all the Jews who died in Prague and surrounding areas during the holocaust. The walls were covered.
We went out with a couple girls from America and a guy from the islands by Iceland. Some Czech locals insisted we try a shot that was sure to mess us up in the morning, but it tasted like gingerbread and had no effects on me. Maybe czech people are lightweights.
Yesterday we caught a train into Wien (Vienna) and I fried up some saugage, mushrooms, and potatoes, then we went out for apple strudel and Eric also got some schnitzel which is basically super fried pork. Delish! I will try cheese strudel today. Then we met up with Stefan, who I met in Copenhagen, and went to a film festival which played reels of classical music. they do this every night for two months, sometimes it is concerts (which we saw last night) and sometimes it is operas.
Passed out in our private hostel room (it was all that was available because we accidentally showed up in Vienna a day early) and then I made some hearty breakfast this morning, Eric shaved his head, and now I am heading into town, maybe catching a train to Bratislava. Probably not, but I can dream.
Budapest tomorrow. I have officially been travelling for 3 months. Only 15days left. Ready to see my people, but don't want to go back to the states.
The party was just so Swedish. I dont know what made it that way, whether is was the girl with short blonde hair and high shorts, or the slurred language, or the park the flat over-looked, but I just felt so authentic. We stayed up and chatted and drank and snacked until 2am, when we went to Mathias' flat, collected our things, and caught a 3:45am bus to our 6:30am flight to Berlin.
In Berlin we caught the Alternative Tour, which Eric had to carry his pack around for because all the train station lockers were full. The Tour was AMAZING, though. That is the Berlin I knew I would love. We learned about the city-santioned giant food fight, the grafitti, the day-time raves, the naked dance clubs, everything. I am moving to Berlin for at least a year. A cold, cold year.
Unfortunately, we had to cut the tour short and caught a train to Prague. Prague was just as amazing as everyone said. The Jewish history is amazing. My favorite part was Piskas Synagouge where they wrote the names of all the Jews who died in Prague and surrounding areas during the holocaust. The walls were covered.
We went out with a couple girls from America and a guy from the islands by Iceland. Some Czech locals insisted we try a shot that was sure to mess us up in the morning, but it tasted like gingerbread and had no effects on me. Maybe czech people are lightweights.
Yesterday we caught a train into Wien (Vienna) and I fried up some saugage, mushrooms, and potatoes, then we went out for apple strudel and Eric also got some schnitzel which is basically super fried pork. Delish! I will try cheese strudel today. Then we met up with Stefan, who I met in Copenhagen, and went to a film festival which played reels of classical music. they do this every night for two months, sometimes it is concerts (which we saw last night) and sometimes it is operas.
Passed out in our private hostel room (it was all that was available because we accidentally showed up in Vienna a day early) and then I made some hearty breakfast this morning, Eric shaved his head, and now I am heading into town, maybe catching a train to Bratislava. Probably not, but I can dream.
Budapest tomorrow. I have officially been travelling for 3 months. Only 15days left. Ready to see my people, but don't want to go back to the states.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Silly Stockholm, Chocolate is for Puckos
Okay, time for a more comprehensive post.
I wish I had more time in Olso, I didnt even get to see the Viking Museum! But what I did see was beautiful, the mountains reminded Eric and I of Colorado. The weather was very mild during the day, but could get rather chilly at night. Which really feels like day here.
Although I am a terror to travel with, I am glad Eric is here because I am getting quite homesick, and I cant even find a payphone which will take my card to call my family and Jenn! The care package my mom sent with eric was very nice. It screamed "I love you" with the M&Ms and pants I asked for and whispered "Stay regular" with the anti-diarrhea pills I did not ask for. Thanks, Mom.
The conference in Göteborg was very good for me, I have a lot of ideas about school and the direction I want my life to go in. I am now thinking sexologist/researcher for a while, then settle down into therapist when I am ready to commit to a place for more then 3 years. Though, after a couple days, I found myself exhausted by the conference so I played hooky and went to the harbor with Eric and our new friend Alex (A Suisse girl who was in the bunk bed below me and also attending the conference). We layed out on the boulders and watched the Swedes (some topless, but not many) bask in the sun and timidly try out the cold, cold water.
We did go out one night, which resulted in meeting some very interesting locals. George, an Aussie staying in our hostel had arranged to meet with a girl from couchsurfers who ended up being very nice, but Alex and I sat with a group of local guys because Anna's (the couchsurfer) table was full. I spoke in a British accent because it was easier for Swedish Eric to understand and she therapized Ludwig, who had anger managment issues which were prominantly displayed when he tried to fight a guy just for approaching our table to ask Alex and I where we were from.
On the train to Stockholm, Eric slept and I looked out at the lush scenery, interrupted every so often by a lake crowded with Swedish people. Mathias met us at the train station and I was so excited to see him. 2 years ago he was a roommate of my then-boyfriend, Keith, in Gainesville. Very often I would take Mathias out grocery shopping with us and I would cook him dinner (which was admittedly awful). So to see him again after so long was very nice.
We bought bus tickets, headed to his stuio flat and after some home made raspberry lemonade we set out for a picnic in the park. We were not the only ones with this idea, I think because the winter is so harsh, Swedish people just love to be outdoors in the summer. There was no event, but the park was as crowded as if there was an outdoor concert or something.
We went to city hall, a scenic route along the river, and we laughed about Swedish art that spotted the landscape. Then Mathias bought us all the weird things Swedes eat, like tubed caviar.
The night train to Berlin was booked for the next three days, so once again I had to begrudgingly return to the bed of Ryanair. We fly to Berlin at 6:30am Sunday morning, which means we have to catch a bus at 3:45am. Yeck. Then we will either spend the day and night in berlin, or go straight to Prague. Which is my preference, but it depends on if the hostel has an opening.
This morning after a very weird Swedish brekkie, Mathias headed off to work and Eric and I were supposed to head into the city, but he conked out. I will let the poor boy sleep for now. This afternoon promises the old boat museum and maybe old town Stockholm.
xxx
I wish I had more time in Olso, I didnt even get to see the Viking Museum! But what I did see was beautiful, the mountains reminded Eric and I of Colorado. The weather was very mild during the day, but could get rather chilly at night. Which really feels like day here.
Although I am a terror to travel with, I am glad Eric is here because I am getting quite homesick, and I cant even find a payphone which will take my card to call my family and Jenn! The care package my mom sent with eric was very nice. It screamed "I love you" with the M&Ms and pants I asked for and whispered "Stay regular" with the anti-diarrhea pills I did not ask for. Thanks, Mom.
The conference in Göteborg was very good for me, I have a lot of ideas about school and the direction I want my life to go in. I am now thinking sexologist/researcher for a while, then settle down into therapist when I am ready to commit to a place for more then 3 years. Though, after a couple days, I found myself exhausted by the conference so I played hooky and went to the harbor with Eric and our new friend Alex (A Suisse girl who was in the bunk bed below me and also attending the conference). We layed out on the boulders and watched the Swedes (some topless, but not many) bask in the sun and timidly try out the cold, cold water.
We did go out one night, which resulted in meeting some very interesting locals. George, an Aussie staying in our hostel had arranged to meet with a girl from couchsurfers who ended up being very nice, but Alex and I sat with a group of local guys because Anna's (the couchsurfer) table was full. I spoke in a British accent because it was easier for Swedish Eric to understand and she therapized Ludwig, who had anger managment issues which were prominantly displayed when he tried to fight a guy just for approaching our table to ask Alex and I where we were from.
On the train to Stockholm, Eric slept and I looked out at the lush scenery, interrupted every so often by a lake crowded with Swedish people. Mathias met us at the train station and I was so excited to see him. 2 years ago he was a roommate of my then-boyfriend, Keith, in Gainesville. Very often I would take Mathias out grocery shopping with us and I would cook him dinner (which was admittedly awful). So to see him again after so long was very nice.
We bought bus tickets, headed to his stuio flat and after some home made raspberry lemonade we set out for a picnic in the park. We were not the only ones with this idea, I think because the winter is so harsh, Swedish people just love to be outdoors in the summer. There was no event, but the park was as crowded as if there was an outdoor concert or something.
We went to city hall, a scenic route along the river, and we laughed about Swedish art that spotted the landscape. Then Mathias bought us all the weird things Swedes eat, like tubed caviar.
The night train to Berlin was booked for the next three days, so once again I had to begrudgingly return to the bed of Ryanair. We fly to Berlin at 6:30am Sunday morning, which means we have to catch a bus at 3:45am. Yeck. Then we will either spend the day and night in berlin, or go straight to Prague. Which is my preference, but it depends on if the hostel has an opening.
This morning after a very weird Swedish brekkie, Mathias headed off to work and Eric and I were supposed to head into the city, but he conked out. I will let the poor boy sleep for now. This afternoon promises the old boat museum and maybe old town Stockholm.
xxx
Monday, June 22, 2009
All Sexed Out
The flight to Oslo went very smoothly, I much prefer Norwegian Airlines to Ryanair. Eric found me after minimal confusion, we found our out-of-the-city hostel, bought food, and relaxed.
Then the next day we headed into the conference (out of town also, but on the other side), checked in, then wandered the city a bit. We saw an opera house that is reminiscent of Sydney, a couple okay parks, the super sweet harbor, and an old fortress grounds. But I think our favorite views were from the mountain where the conference was held.
A reception at the city hall had us feeling all fancy, and I was twitterpated with all the open-minded and unique people at the conference. My favorite part was when I went to the bathroom and someone came out of the mens room, held the door open for me and said "Your choice." Second favorite part? Either all the cool things I learned, or the mounds of delicious food.
Now we are in Goteborg for another sex conference, and today I met members of the AASECT. I know that whatever I do in my life, I want to be promoting sexual health and education. I feel so at home with these people and I get so passionate at the symposiums. It just feels right. I am so happy right now. I didnt realize how much I missed academia.
But sleep is lacking, the sun only goes down for a couple hours up here. And I am busy busy busy (which is why I dont post). Cant believe I have less than a month left on this trip!!!
I will try and be better at posting, truly.
Then the next day we headed into the conference (out of town also, but on the other side), checked in, then wandered the city a bit. We saw an opera house that is reminiscent of Sydney, a couple okay parks, the super sweet harbor, and an old fortress grounds. But I think our favorite views were from the mountain where the conference was held.
A reception at the city hall had us feeling all fancy, and I was twitterpated with all the open-minded and unique people at the conference. My favorite part was when I went to the bathroom and someone came out of the mens room, held the door open for me and said "Your choice." Second favorite part? Either all the cool things I learned, or the mounds of delicious food.
Now we are in Goteborg for another sex conference, and today I met members of the AASECT. I know that whatever I do in my life, I want to be promoting sexual health and education. I feel so at home with these people and I get so passionate at the symposiums. It just feels right. I am so happy right now. I didnt realize how much I missed academia.
But sleep is lacking, the sun only goes down for a couple hours up here. And I am busy busy busy (which is why I dont post). Cant believe I have less than a month left on this trip!!!
I will try and be better at posting, truly.
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