Readers,

The time has come. Tonight is, thank the heavens above, my last night in the dorm. I sit here on my rough springy bed surrounded by WAY more stuff than when I got here and wonder why I didnt just live in an apartment...

Heres what is still to come:

Tomorrow: Move into lovely little apartment by the sea for 9 days
Tortourous Weekend Waiting for Tuesday
Tuesday: Fred arrives in barcelona
December 24th: Zoe and Fred embark on a whirlwind eurorail trip.
First stop florence to stay in ex- exchange student giulia's charming home, maybe a day trip to cortuna, then Verona to see Juliets balcony and eat eat eat, and then to the possibly snowy hills of interlaken to take in the scenery and maybe do any extreme sport or two. HA. Then back to Barcelona for a few hours and then...America?

It is strange not being home around Christmas time and having the usual traditions surrounding me, like those delicious sugar cookies with the royal icing that nobody but me actually enjoy eating. or a tree. or cold weather. or ENGLISH. but life is a process...or whatever.

I wont be writing for awhile. My apartment doesnt have wireless (GASP!) and after that i'll be on the road. So I wish you all a happy holiday near and far.

A christmas Market in barcelona. They love their nativity scenes, or NACIEMIENTOS. I also think that the Log Guy was ripped off from Ren And Stimpy. (its log, its log, etc)

If I woke up tomorrow with my head sewn to the carpet, I wouldn't be more surprised than I am now.

STOCKHOLM

The city of dreams. Sure it gets dark at 3:30 pm, but the christmas lights shine brightly over the river, the air smelling of wood burning fire places, the vast amount of gothic cream, sage green, and rust colored buildings, and the beautiful and nice ENGLISH SPEAKING people make up for the absence of light. It was magical.