Back to my boring baby-wah wah feelings, I walk around and ride my bike in Salt Lake City and it's very pretty, but it's not the same. I think things will be better when it's not so hot outside and we have more paychecks, but it seems like the only people who walk and bike where I live are homeless. Why aren't there thousands of bikes around like Amsterdam and why isn't there a Chino (convenience store) ten feet away from my apartment? Why do I live in the same building as a scary schizophrenic lady that shouts,screams, and scares the shit out of me every time I walk into my apartment building? I also miss teaching little Spanish children very much. My new hotel job is so unrewarding that I've volunteered at Ballet West to feel better. I guess that is a good thing. Do you need a hotel discount? It's easier than ever, I only have to email you the discount.
genealogy center of the world. It's that I have the most amazing friends! Coming back from Spain, we haven't had very much money and without asking, these lovely friends have been beyond generous and helped us in a million ways, from letting us borrow a french press-to giving us a bed frame-to having us with open arms in their home for a few nights-to even letting us borrow their car!
photos from: 1 Garance Dore 2/3/4 The Sartorialist