Remember how I usually travel and then blog about it?
Yeah, well this summer was the summer that I forgot about the blogging part. I was too busy with emails and skyping. Two words: big mistake.
I came home from my time abroad to realize that I was supposed to be keeping a journal. For 6 weeks. And then turn it in for a grade.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTT?
That was my reaction. Plus a whole lot of less nice words, mostly aimed at inanimate objects but some at my professor for not spelling it out for the space-cadet that is me and some aimed at said space-cadet.
So I have made up for the last 2 years of failed blogging by writing 30+ pages of this travel journal. Which, if it were in paper form, I would want to set fire to, I'm so sick of it. The writing is horrible while some of the sentiments seek for sincerity. But I think my chief difficulty is that I didn't write it in the moment and I know that something is lost. And that I have a deadline and can't give it the nostalgic embellishments that I would like to.
Part of it may end up published, nonetheless. They might even get nice little pictures with caption.
But in the meantime, a word of advice:
Pulling together a daily journal months after the fact = la galère. So just don't do it. Especially if you go to France and it changes your life. Which, is gonna happen. Obviously.
