But I have a really good excuse! Really, I do.
Have you ever been swept away by life - and I don't mean in a romantic way - where you barely have time to pause and reflect? Things are constantly happening and errands must be run and knowledge must be learned and friends must be made and how the hell am I supposed to make copies of my visa if I haven't received my student card for the copier yet.
Immigration is kind of a hassle. Even the temporary kind.
Still, everything's been a whirlwind of excitement and unexpected friendliness and brain stimulation.
I have no photos and no videos of it all, which, in today's world, seems like a serious loss. I'd rather see it as an indication of something extraordinary, something from which it is impossible to detach oneself.
I will, I think, find one weekend or another to take some photos.
Sometimes I think that this little old city, with its old ladies dragging wicker grocery carts and crumbling walls, is the ultimate gateway drug to the rest of Europe.
P.S. Last night, I dreamed that the director of PotC 4 had also made "Cars 2," and then I gave up on the fandom because of how low it had fallen.
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