i found my way, toured london, grudgingly left l'abri (not without a few tears), navigated a taxi, a train, the tube, the chunnel, the metro (not without begging for spare euros to pay for my trip to the airport, which granted me five euros, an e-mail address and a moroccan boyfriend), sleeping in the paris airport and two planes (including a delay in newark that was longer than the flight itself).
currently i inhabit a lovely house on jacksonville beach with four lovely girls. who knows what adventures the future holds (cheesefest 2008)
l'abri manor house
