The Breakdown

Black and White 120 Rolls Shot and Developed: 8
Black and White 35mm Rolls Shot and Developed: 15
Color 120 Rolls Shot: 32
Color 35mm Rolls Shot: 38
1 Polaroid

What I left Behind:

1 Loufre and 1 bottle of face wash in hostel in London my first night.
1 pair (my favorite) of Sunglasses in Switzerland
1 Water bottle in a freezer in Nice
Bag of lemon raspberry tea i bought in London, left in Florence.
Beach mat bought in Nice, left in Florence

What was lost/stolen:

1 leather wallet
120 Euros
USB cord for my ipod

What Was Returned:

Everything else in the wallet

What Needs Repair:

Bronica
35 mm Nikon
1 pair of purple sunglasses
My body

Books Brought and Read:

Naked, by David Sedaris
Catcher in the Rye, by Salinger
Nine Stories, by Salinger
The Every Boy, by Adam something

Books Bought and still Reading:

A Spot of Bother, by Mark Haddon
Photography as Contemporary Art
Philosophy of Art, by Mark Rothko
ARte d'Italia

All Cities Visited (In chronological order):

New York City
London
Paris, Montmarte
Basel
Lucerne
Nice
Florence
Lucca
Via Reggio
Pisa
Venice
Fiasole
Cinque Terre
Rome
Milan
London
Brooklyn

Museums Visited:
Tate Modern
Picasso Museum
Kunst Museum
Uffitzi
Acedemia
Duomo Museum
Biannale
Peggy Guggenheim's House Museum in Venice
Vatican
Piti Palace
PalazzioRoyale

Monuments/Touristy things Seen:

Times Square
Central Park
Camden Market
Piccadilly Market
Globe Theater
London Bridge
pretty much every thing in Paris
Lake Lucerne
Swiss Alps
Duomo
David
Golden Doors on the Baptistry
Michaelangelo's Plazza
a hell of a lot of churches
The Birth of Venus
a hell of a lot of art i can't remember off the top of my head
Colloseum
Forum
Spanish Steps
Vatican
Sistine Chapel
St. Pauls Cathederal
a famous fountain i can't remember the name of
Pantheon
Ancient Roman Ruins
Tower of Pisa
The Grand Canal
Duomo in Milano
Galleria in Milano
London Bridge
Tower Bridge
Tower of London
Big Ben
Parliament
Abbey Cathederal
Coney Island
and much much more

Strangers I Met:

Paul and Lesley
3 boys from Santa Rosa, CA
Frederica, a mime artist
Marianita, an anthropologist
Ammie, a French actress
Samy, a cartoonist in Montemarte
an old man who can write poems on the spot
Ibrahim, a Sudanese refugee who was extremely kind, helped me find a phone place, and wanted to take me to coffee. i said no.
Fabian and roomates, a swiss man who works for the Suisse Bank
The Pink Lady, ran the hostel in Nice, turned out to have a nasty temper
Edwardo, manager of the hostel orignally from Guatemala
Anna, from the Netherlands and Edwardo's temporary girlfriend
Paul, a gorgeous South African man who moved to Nice to be a sailor and sometimes lives at the hostel
Olga and Elsa, sisters from the Netherlands who are very sweet and the life of the party
Maissa and Duanna, from King's College in London. We got off to a bad start, but ended up being very sweet girls. Duanna is originally from northern ireland.
Another incredibly gorgeous south african man who took my place in the hostel.
An Albanian man who I never wrote down the name or email address he gave me, but was frustrated with the racism in France.
5 boys from San Diego, CA who came to Europe for their highschool graduation, and to get drunk.
Christian, our waiter at the restaurant below our apartment in Florence.
Andrei, the fruit stand boy who was adorable and gave me free fruit
Giovanna and Stefano, my religious hosts in Milan
Ilahim, a man from Algeria who spoke no English but wanted to walk around the park with me
An old man sitting next to him that was keen on interpreting for us
Giam, a black guy from Lyon, France in a cast and with a lisp that I met in a park in Milan that wanted his picture taken and a little more than i was willing to give him. He ended up being a serious jerk.
Giovanni, the gorgeous Jewish man in Milan who used to be a Nazi, but now attends temple and the Christian church. A graduate student in architecture who thinks Harry Potter leads you to the devil.
Jay, a guy from Seattle that also couchsurfed in London with Paul and Lesley
Amy, a girl from Brooklyn (couchsurfer) that was getting ready to go back to NYU for law.
Another guy from Brooklyn in London.
Lewis Thorwaldson, the first guy i stayed with in Brooklyn who knew a lot about the place for only being there for 3 months. Really into couchsurfing.
Liam, bike-enthusiast biologist who brews his own beer in Brooklyn apt. Stayed with him my last night in Brooklyn.
My cab driver, originally from Brooklyn, used to be in the restaurant business, retired, and has now been a cab driver for 5 weeks. He knew I was getting to the airport super early so he took me the long way and gave me a tour of Brooklyn for no extra cost and gave me an earfull of stories. he was awesome.


Days Gone: 52
Days I Sweated Profusely: 52
Panic Attacks: 7
Times I Ran Out of Money: 2
Days I Had My Camera On Me: 49
Most Visible Bruises At One Time: 6
Revelations: somewhere around 10
Complete Days That I Was Focused On Nothing Other Than What Was Right In Front of Me: 11
Days I Missed You: 51
Regrets: 0...well maybe that I had had more money.


Coming Soon: A Dissertation Blog about the reflections of the trip overall.