Tag Archives: Europe

Oh-oh I-iiiiii, I’m still alive…

There’ll be another travel post up later tonight, but meanwhile…

And although this has absolutely nothing to do with today’s content, the title comes from here. What can I say, I was a teenager in the 90’s like a lot of you were…

I’ve got lovely feet! *guitar riff*

Hello, and welcome to the eleventy-billionth re-design of this blog. Folks were complaining about the light text on dark background thing, so I changed it. Oh, the indescrible power…let’s hope this change sticks.

First things first…I finally set up an email address for this blog…from now on, any questions that don’t belong in the comments can be directed to mamalazarusATgmail.com.

Second things second…I just finished traipsing around Europe for a few weeks. I did a little bit of free-writing and a LOT of picture taking everywhere we went, so, for the next dozen posts or so, this is gonna be a travel blog.

Without further ado…Tallinn, Estonia…

Blond teenage boys in the wine bar in the wall. Lancashire posh guy moving to Estonia to be with his fiancee. Being stared at by an Asian man and white woman in a restaurant. Salted fish. Hot wine. Smoked cheese. Spiced nuts. Medieval costumes and architecture. Toompea. Old massive Russian church.

Aussies in the hostel kitchen! Filipinas in yellow. Sharing a locker. Ethnic Russians saying so. Tere means hi and aitah means thank you. Amazing warm beer, trout roe, and sour cream. Combs made of sandalwood and cinnamon oil. Towers and spires everywhere.

Modern juxtaposed with ancient. Ferry to Helsinki. Bilinguals. Quatrilinguals. Dirty shoes(mine). Filthy feet(also mine). Rock music–except for one Toompea-top Spaniard. Hand-thumped coins. Views. Harbors. Japanese with cameras. Russians with attitudes. Finns. Spaniards. Bookshops. Getting restaurant recommendations from a pharmacist. Strange seagulls. Good night.

Today’s title comes from here…

Voi lo sapete…

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So I just wanna say…last night I watched La Cavalleria Rusticana on a giant screen in front of the Viennese Town Hall at midnight with about 5000 other people. Every time I want to give up on Europe, she comes up with something like this. ~sigh~

We’re all going on a summer holiday…

One of my besties from the USA is touching ground in Manchester today, and for the next three weeks we’ll be traveling around Europe. It’ll be very surreal having him here. This is the first time in 5 years that anyone from the USA has come to visit me here in England. To say that I’m excited would be a major understatement.

I may do a couple of super-quick posts from the road, but obviously, posting will be back to sparse around here for the month.

Meanwhile, all my English friends keep singing this song at me. It took me ages to figure out what it’s from and now that I have…I don’t get it. At all. This is one of those intensely British pop culture things that never made it across the pond…

So, without further ado, here’s Cliff Richard, with “Summer Holiday”…