I'm not sure if you can tell, but I've got a thing for goofy signs. Well, I took the shot at right during our trip to Spain and promptly forgot to post it—and since I was up tagging pictures, I found myself in a position to post it anew. So...anyone...
ES2005 Gallery OK, it took me forever, and I actually haven't gotten around to actually, you know, making a site for it. Here it is in all the lame-o gallery glory. P.S. It's slow. It's trying to generate galleries on my 300MHz file server, and hand the steaming bits to...
Update: I'm officially derelict of my duty to update this and keep it flowing. So, I'll resticky this post at the top when I actually get around to posting new entries (trust me, I've been busy) but for now, it goes back on the heap. The title is Spanish. Trust...
I've decided that in light of doing photoentries here on /dev/null, I'll skip doing full writeups in the gallery. You may remember the writeups like this page from EU2004—since they're really mini journal posts on their own, I'll just post them here and skip the hassle....
There are a number of things I'm planning on doing post-trip this time to put a sort of picture-and-blog-tastic wrapper on things. Specifically:Backfill all my blog entries. The current plan is to do these at a rate of one-a-day or quicker, so this should be done pretty swiftly. Cross your...
I'm proud to report that my expedition to Europe has revealed that the mullet is, in fact, back. Details pending....
This post was written after the trip ended. I'm very, very surprised that I didn't fill my pants when I spotted this E60 5 series in Granada. Doubly so when I realized it was an M5. This car comes with a 7-speed transmission and a V10 making 507hp. I'll spare...
This post was written during the trip. Mission accomplished. Layla and I found a hole-in-the-wall luthier in Granada and I'm now the very proud owner of a handmade Spanish guitar. Edit: Here's the shop. Pardon the fuzz....
This post was written during the trip. Sundays, as I had mentioned earlier, simply do not exist in Spain. That is all....
This post was written during the trip. Despite their charm, European cities really do piss me off sometimes. After arriving in Granada, it took us nearly two full hours to go a net total of about 5km (which is just under 25 furlongs, if my calculations are correct). In the...
This post was written during the trip. The Renault Twingo Open Roof is a remarkably odd vehicle even by European standards. Sure, it has the thin sheetmetal stampings and toyish looks that we have all come to expect from the continent responsible for the Isetta and the Fiat 500, but...
This post was written after the trip ended. Thanks to thousands of years of development, we can consider our human intuitive view of the physical universe to be largely accurate. Things move through the air with predictable trajectories, look about the right color whether the lights are turned on or...
This post was written during the trip. Some of you may remember the last Eurotrip I went on. Amongst many other (nameless) reasons, the single biggest source of stress during those two fun-filled weeks was a lack of planning. I remember making a sort of unspoken promise to plan fully...
This post was written after the trip ended.During the trip, Layla and I ran into a number of exceedingly goofy mopeds. Now, scooters tend to be goofy for the sheer fact that, well, they're scooters—but these were extra nutty. Exhibit A: Man crapping keg This fine gentlemen was spotted hauling...
This post was written after the trip ended. Despite evidence to the contrary, I'm really not obsessed with elevators. But, the ones in Europe are all bizarre. They're all quintissentially European which means that besides being tiny as all hell, they've got nutty control panels. Take, for example, this phone-style...
This post was written during the trip. Much like comedians in Germany (I'm really picking on the Germans this week, I know) and toilet paper in France, there are absolutely no clocks in Spain. From this stem two observations:All of my posts aren't accurately timed, although that's not at all...
This post was written during the trip. "B'dang," I told Layla, "we have a bidet!" ...I laughed....
This post was written after the trip ended. The first three days of our trip to Spain was spent in an idyllic little village called Nerja. Nerja sits on the southern Mediterranean coast approximately 50km east of Málaga, the largish city we flew into. In the words of Layla's mom,...
This post was written during the trip. This just in: Layla and I have arrived in Nerja and we have not yet killed each other. Bonus!...
This post was written after the trip ended. This is primarily a picture post. Comments are below the shots. Here comes the pain. This first picture features a vending machine under a "Yoghourt" sign. Now, I'm not even going to go through the effort of actually looking up yogurt to...
This post was written during the trip. The problem with air travel (besides, of course, the bastard kid sitting behind you) is that at around 600mph (that's about 4 million kPa/Deutschmark for all you damned Canadians with your silly metric system and rap music and rock-em sock-em robots) what was...
This post was written after the trip ended. This is the A340 on which Layla and I flew to Spain. I'm posting about it because, as you can see in the photo, it's something of a crapheap. Planes are things which, when shiny and well-serviced, can be safely ignored. When...
This post was written during the trip. "Caution: moving walking area ends. Please watch your step. Thank you!" is something I've heard at least a hundred times so far—and I'm not exaggerating that number at all. The fine administrators of the Seatac airport have deemed it necessary to install sensors...
