May 14, 2011
Alright. Second morning waking up in Yerp. At the crack of dawn. Before everyone else. Again.
My head hurt, though. No idea why.
Yerp: Part 2 - An Evening in Gruissan.
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| My first morning in Armissan. |
May 13, 2011
I had this vision of the France leg of the vacation. I saw a lot of nothing. I saw myself reading, writing, eating, cooking, staring into space and sipping wine – all in a lovely, pastoral milieu. I envisioned a lot of silence. Save for the birds chirping and the rooster crowing.
6.01.2011
Yerp: Part 1 (of many).
May 11 & 12, 2011
I’m doing this. I’m on the plane. I’m running on three hours of (wine-induced) sleep, two Xanax, a quarter of a bottle of water, and three quarters of a cup of coffee from the La Brea Bakery stand next to airport terminal 21. I’m listening to Explosions in the Sky and I’m pretty loopy. Loopy in the good, euphoric way.