It's Five Thirty in the Afternoon Somewhere...

approaching the white cliffs of dover 

leaving port

i mean... i live here now please. 

white cliffs of dover

i has cottage?

pride & prejudice 

the nanz

view from my window

view from my window of nana's garden

walking about shipston

cars literally stop in the road to avoid being in your picture

i want one

high street shipston 

i can't believe i'm just now getting started on this. i've been moving since 8:00 am yesterday morning and haven't stopped since. it's impossible to describe how much traveling i've done in 48 hours and i feel like harrison ford in the fugitive. or just harrison ford in most of his movies. i am EIFFEL TIRED. after our flight got in this morning at 9am in paris we rented a car to get to calais, france and hopped on a ferry to dover, UK. three countries in two days. i mean. i think i'm on tour right now. with my mom. i must say that i already miss franklin theodore more than i thought i would. whenever my foot grazes against a chair leg or a bag i assume its him and begin to rub the inanimate object, which is a form of ecstasy for frank. i clearly really need to get back to school so that my cat can stop being the object of my attention. SWEET LIFE. i know. 

anyway, less about my catlady-ness and more about europa. i'm so glad i decided to do this blog bc it finally gives me an excuse to take random touristy pretentious pictures of myself in public places. the people here are so understanding though--sort of like the employees of disney land. they just get it. i might as well be wearing a fanny pack and mouse ears and traveling with a pack of asians because i stick out like my ex-roomate's lack of a thumb. here i am though. and i am loving every minute of it. if i didn't already want to move here i certainly do now. 

yesterday was nana's birthday so we bought her a couple of bouquets from the market downtown shipston--they smell amazing. kind of like what i imagine the wedding in the first sex and the city smelled like. expensive and botanical. i'm running out of battery on my laptop now though and i can't find an american outlet anywhere in nana's house so i'm going to shut up now. not that i expect any of you to do anything other than glance at the pictures and bypass this outrageously garrulous text/soap box. donc, au revoir! 

on the ferry to dover

creepin' on the gents

waiting for my cafe au lait at paul's cafe

giant german bus in the queue 

joansin' on the plane

cafe au lait & roses in france

favorite trees! no idea what they're called!

perfectly sized fans for marshy

french countryside