left lane must turn left

I came back from Barcelona in March thinking about how badly I wanted to go back to Europe. Well, I think that dream has been spent, and there's no place I'd rather be than LA. Life is so much easier without subways.

High point of my trip was when I figured out how to piece together a few words of French so that I could ascend from 'brute American trash' to 'brute American trash that the French respond to... in English.' And of course, no surprise here, going with my parents made for a trying experience.

But all in all, it was a quaint trip. I'll collect myself and write later. Not about travels. To document my travels would be to capture the real vapidity of sightseeing. No, I'll find something to bark about.