Day 17: juveniles abroad

My body is interfering again with my intention to write that word nerd post I mentioned the other day. I should have started it earlier today because I'm too tired now...well, I would have, but I was too tired then too, or having a nap. 

Instead, here is another photo from Paris, a segment of the Arc de Triomphe: 

Surely Luke and I aren't the only (juvenile) tourists to have taken this photo? 

The word nerd post will happen eventually. 

Day 15: Red man in Paris

Dammit - another blog post derailed by my stupid head. I have a migraine aura and I can't see properly so it's hard to type. *squints madly at screen*

Here's a photo from Paris:

Red man is impatient to turn green

They pedestrian lights in Paris had a variety of different styles of 'men', not just the same old green man and red man in every one. I wish I'd taken photos of more of them. This guy with his hands on his hips made me chuckle. 

Day 8: Excited about small things again

Do you remember last year I went to see Bill Bryson deliver the Kenneth Myer public lecture at the Town Hall? Well, I did and I really enjoyed it and I've been wanting to see/listen to it again since. I'm excited to have found the lecture on YouTube and I can't wait to see it again. Something for my weekend to-do list. 

I know that I'm getting back to my normal self after my period of gloom because I'm feeling excited about small things again. When we were in Paris in August waiting in the queue to go up the Eiffel Tower Luke asked me if I was excited and I answered honestly: No. 

WHAAAAT? I knew it was bizarre to be in Paris for the first time and not feel excited - to not feel even remotely exhilarated like I was on my trip to New York - but that's how I felt. Then a few weeks ago I was researching a day trip to Maryborough in central Victoria and I got a little bit excited about visiting a tiny village called Bung Bong, which has an abandoned church and an old bridge. Eiffel Tower? Whatever. Bung Bong? Wheee!  (In the end we forgot to go to Bung Bong!)

I had a miniscule spider scrawling on my had on the way home. Its body was smaller than a pinhead and it had to climb over the tiny fine hairs on my hand. People on the tram must have wondered why I was so fascinated by my own hand. 

My iPod battery hit empty just as I arrived home tonight. It's the second time that's happened in the last week.