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Unknown Languages

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I just realized what one of the big draws of travel is for me - the complete and utter ecstasy of not knowing anything about what's going on. I was looking through photos of Paris and I only have one that I'm the subject of. I'm on top of Arch de Triomphe. The background: a metropolis of some twelve plus million francophone speakers and no one knows who I am, what I do, what I think, or that I simply don't care about some things. Ecstasy.

An Insane Commute?

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On Saturday, July 7th, I received news that my friend in Poland would no longer be attending the same school that I will be attending. Well, actually she didn't have time to confirm that because I was on my way out the door to work, so I cut the conversation short. However, I deduced some information from our very brief conversation that she'd be attending school in Warsaw and that she had found a new roommate.