I can't decide if it's the power of the pound, or the proximity to England, but everyone identifies me as British. And I immediately correct them in two ways; in my Scottish or Benjamin Button accents. Look forward to hearing them again in person, dear reader!
I don't think this country has refrigeration. Which solves some problems, but will it cause anything to stir when I'm gone? (Related link; I was constantly prepared for this while I was with John). Do you wonder if I do things just for the links I have, or do I find links for the things I have done? Make your predictions.
One of the very nice things about Marrakech in the winter is that people try to show you around, or get you to buy such and such, but they're polite, and if you're polite as well then no harm. Which is extraordinary. What is also extraordinary? Finding your livejournal from High School still exists. Not much to report except that I am so much cooler now. So krispy!
Okay, it's clear I didn't get out much today. There is something stirring in me already. And only one thing can stop it. Or plenty of water. But I did make it out to some more gardens. Blah blah, enough about travel, more about me.
Though I should say, aside from graduating, having been to 5 continents, and including links in my new blog, it would be hard to tell the difference between past me and present. I won't provide the link for your own comparison. The voice is stronger, but the content is largely the same (except the private posts I made on livejournal OUCH!). Maybe I am cynical about blogging, or I haven't yet accepted that this is essentially a mass e-mail. What would you like more of?
When I'm back amongst companions, you'll have more pictures (does that make John and Unnamed Assailant companions?).
P.S. For "OUCH!" I was trying to find this nice picture I have on my external hard drive, yes I have a collection. To find it I meant to type "exposed, vulnerable" yet I found results for "exposed vulvernable." All medically accurate?
Okay, one last thing. I read even further, to when I had signed the papers to go to Bard. And I say to myself that I didn't want things to change! Which is laughable now, in a good way. Yet it made me recall what Isabella told me in Camden. The gist is that she constantly is changing and only claims responsibility for the past 6 years, before that she wasn't a person. And right now I agree. However! There are times I find myself pretty funny. At the least I respect that some things just won't change.
Here's looking to the eleventh year of the Willenium!
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