In loving, living memory, John Melançon 1928 – 2007
Monday evening after leaving Mary's work (SAIC) and an amazing meal at the Chicago Diner (vegan Philadelphia cheesesteak, polenta lasagna, and chocolate mousse and chocolate chip carrot cheesecake – we shared all our dishes) Mary showed me the immigrant justice mural a healthy walk from her apartment in the now heavily Mexican Pilsen neighborhood. I spotted some old machines with wheels and had Mary look and she said they are small printing presses, not set up yet, in the Yollocalli space. She will follow up!
Rochester, New York, via Amtrak, with Fox.
Heather and Afam look like they are doing really well, even as they go through the stressful time of the two of them applying to law school and medical school simultaneously!
Heather fed us well-- a beautiful arrangement of hummos and carrots and salsa and chips and more, desert of dates and entirely fake wafers that I could have, and pasta the first night and vegan chili she somehow had waiting in their freezer.
Not two weeks back from traveling Europe with two small bags – people were amazed I traveled with so little – and never feeling a lack, and immediately i've been carrying much more around with me-- at Grandpa's house now with a half-dozen books, sleeping bag, food... as well as the original two bags.
Must ruthlessly weed out the unneeded...
I still haven't figured out if German families never blow their noses, or use secret handkerchiefs, or have very well-hidden tissue boxes.
Toilet paper has worked fine for me so far.
Plus, I do have a handkerchief along and laundry is done every two days.
Rome is strange. There are spots that get wireless internet, but the network connecting to seems to change each time.
The Via Piazza Venezia subway station on Via Napoleone III 35, for one.
Paris is lovely, even for a very long walk.
Incredible time connecting with so many great people.
Couldn't find paper in my semi-reorganized room to start a list of Need before India— er, Europe so here it is, digital-style:
There's a window by the bathroom in the back (aft, for those nautically/aviotically? minded) of the plane that angles down, looking out, at the small white clouds over the blue-black rippled ocean:
Life is awesome.
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Saw "Last Chance Harvey" on the flight. Rather liked it. I'm a sucker for the finding love, of any sort, stories.
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Boston is rather pretty too. Green and brick if you look in the right places leaving the airport.
Snoozles Hostel
Galway
Forster Street, Galway, Ireland
(The Galway Hostel said they had no space, and wouldn't let me plug my computer into their hall outlet for a minute to find a place.
At Snoozles, I walked into the nice large lobby, plugged in my computer, and found out they have excellent unrestricted internet. And they let me stay indefinitely on the couch there without a hassle at all. And the walk-in price? Exactly the same as the internet price! And the cheapest in Galway. Super win.)
Unrepentent nerd. This is fun!