Thanksgiving in New Orleans involves wearing (fancy, if you can) hats to the racetrack early in the day and eating Thanksgiving dinner at a normal time and not at 3pm like the rest of you freaks. That last pic is just to show you the tray (behind the food) with weed on it because we like to treat our guests right.
In New Orleans, if you want to get rid of something but not throw it out, you just put it on your porch and someone is sure to take it home. Two weeks ago I came across my best porch score yet, 20+ wooden frames. I’ve been sanding and painting them, I’ve even got a mat cutter. I reframed my wisdom teeth yesterday (old frame), very excited. (Drawing to the left is by Dre.)
San Sebastián was a nice town. We slept on a roof next to the beach one night, stayed in a private room at a weird, secret hostel for cheap the rest of the week. We ate ice cream twice a day, went to the beach daily, and had tapas for breakfast and dinner five nights in a row. We didn’t like the town at the start of our stay, but it eventually won us over, I even kind of miss it.
Zaragoza, weird little city in Basque Country.
Some Barcelona pictures. I don’t have as many as I’d like, but going to the beach everyday meant not carrying a DSLR everywhere I went.
Matthijs and I will be reunited tonight around 1am. I could have sworn we’ve been apart for weeks and weeks, in fact it has been only 12 days.
For the first time since February, I’ll have both these guys in my life at the same time. Woo hoo I’m gonna die of cuteness!
Sleeping on the beach sucks, until you wake up.
Costa Brava. August 2013
It took us four car rides and all day to get from Beziers, France to the Costa Brava in Spain:
A car ride with a fella from the Ivory Coast who gave us some weed when he found out Matthijs is from the Netherlands. A French father and son duo who picked us up at the roundabout and drove us in their RV another 100+ km. A mother and son duo who took us into Spain. Our last ride was from a friendly, Catalonian pro-independence, 20-something who told us he would take us somewhere with nicer beaches than in Barcelona. He was right, so we camped out on the beach.
All in all, a successful day of hitchhiking and people meeting. Everyone was excited to try their English out on us, in the mean time, we traveled 230km for free.
Hitchhiking, Béziers, France to the Costa Brava, Spain. August 2013
Got dropped off in Béziers and spent the night on the floor at the apartment being squated by these folks (bottom pic).
Béizers, France. August 2013
A couple of days in France. August 2013
I sat down to drink a coffee that was too hot to drink while walking, within minutes people started taking pictures of me. I’m wearing a hat.