While staying with a friend, I tried turning on the heat in the dark, and the heat was hot radiator heat from a heat-on-demand hot water heater (I do love those things). Anyhow, flood did happen. But boy was the floor clean afterwards.

Ha! I’ve had this happen more than once, where I feel like I finally am beginning to understand something, then realize those around me have been coddling me.

While in France, I was instructed on the etiquette of doggie bags.

I remember seeing this in Clermont-Ferrand and being baffled.

Being a tourist is a weird perspective when you are overly self-aware.

For me, those things WERE brave.

Classes do set you up for undertanding things like “the hat is on the table,” but it can be hard to extrapolate.

When I was dating a nurse, she used to say that last place she’d want to be when sick was in the hospital.

Perhaps not best to ask these questions AFTER buying the ticket… but, hell. Why not.

It’s still weird to think how this all was written backwards. I went to Europe, took notes and reference pictures, and THEN had her buy the ticket AFTER I got back. Makes my own memory’s timeline a bit wonky.