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"Illusion is the first of all pleasures." - Oscar Wilde.
Destination Madrid
Spain welcomed us with the entirely Spanish-only environment. You would think that they would bother to have some signs our announcements in English at the international airport. Fortunately, PJ knows little Spanish so we were able to find our way out of airport and take the right bus to our hostel.

Posted: 6/1/2008 6:42:15 AM by Abigail Woodwarth | with 0 comments

Along the coast of Dragon to Montpellier
France, eventually. For a while, it seemed like we wouldn’t be able to make it. We spent more than three hours waiting for a ride at the Spanish – French border in Pyrenees. The scenery was cool, though.  Finally, an old man in the rusty Seat took us on board. As if unaware of his vehicle condition, he drove like nuts so that we sat in silence with terror in our eyes. He couldn’t speak English anyway. However he took us all the way to Montpellier.

Posted: 6/4/2008 6:43:34 AM by Abigail Woodwarth | with 0 comments

Traffic in Trieste
They say Trieste is one charming city. We barely had a time to notice it, though, because we were really busy taking care of not being run over by the insane Italian drivers.

Posted: 6/11/2008 6:45:30 AM by Abigail Woodwarth | with 0 comments

Friendly Slovenia
After a while, we’re getting farther away from the coast. From Trieste, the old lady gave us a ride. She realized soon that she liked us so much that we had to meet her family. And you can’t say NO to an old lady who gives you a ride. Meeting her family was great. We weren’t apparently the first hitchhikers invited into this family in its history. Therefore, everybody knew what to do. We had a great lunch and only because our busy schedule we had to refused to spend a night there and we set off to Ljubljana.

Posted: 6/15/2008 6:47:35 AM by Abigail Woodwarth | with 0 comments

Impressions of Graz
PJ wanted to see Graz so badly that we even got off the car that could have taken us all the way to Vienna.  She got all excited about the most ordinary things such as trams in the streets and flowers in windows, with her feet barely touching the sidewalk. I finally got a glimpse of what was going on when she started talking about that book she had finished reading two weeks ago and whose story was set to Graz.

Posted: 6/18/2008 6:49:26 AM by Abigail Woodwarth | with 0 comments

Sacher torte and Austrian capital
Vienna, now this is the place I was aching to see. PJ is mad at me because I refused to go with her to taste “sacher torte”. To me, it seemed like the most obvious thing to do in Vienna. I couldn’t stop her from going on her own, though.

Posted: 6/22/2008 6:50:37 AM by Abigail Woodwarth | with 25 comments

Sweetness of loneliness
Since I went to Budapest on my own, I didn’t have to pretend I enjoy hitchhiking and I took a train. I wouldn’t dare to hitchhike on my own anyway. Finally had a little time to read that book I bought in Ljubljana. 

Posted: 6/29/2008 6:52:36 AM by Abigail Woodwarth | with 17421 comments