heavenly IM conversations with ben and brig and emails from ross and 'relle make me nostalgic. if i hadn't had such a calmhappy weekend, i'd get maudlin. this place is growing on me though. the people particularly as i'd already been 75% in love with the city. i spent the entire day in pajamas -- andrea's pajamas to be exact. we ventured out around 11:30 to get pastries, mmm those flaky cinnamon things, and then on our way home met jess, so drea and i rebounded with her to get actual lunch food. that meant in my case shrimp in a pita with white sauce. bizarre. on the plus side, i realized i was relaxing with these people. thinking less, joking more. a sure sign of growing comfort.

drea and i hung out in her room telling more stories. (sounds like war stories) i have, i know, like a repertoire of around 30 and i love telling them. i really do. few things make me happier than recollecting the details, selena's wedding when the priest died in the middle of the ceremony or cousin pedro living in my basement or junior year when i burnt, blackened and shrunk, and gradually came back to life, or that first kiss under the laundry chute. i love who i used to be, who my friends were, trying to pin the right wordtail to the donkey that was high skool. i love the success: comprehension, empathy, in another person. it's performing on a small scale which is all i have the nerve for. internet aside, of course. i don't see my 63 visitors per day; it's different.

i'm sorry i don't have any links to share. ooh, wait, i can think of one: visit tinka. she's got a lot of interesting insights on denmark and danish culture. and becca's resumed posting! from rome. joy.
tomorrow's the eleventh. that's Six Days Short of a Year Day for those of you familiar with my history. it's also my two year anniversary of graduation from highskool. jdsers, help me out: did we graduate on the eleventh or was that the day i sat there and watched my loved ones collect prizes? either way, momentous. february's just like that. vday we leave on a tour of western dk. maybe they'll hand out chocolate on the bus. we can all retreat into the greedy corners of our minds, watch the countryside roll by, and ponder love ...