tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79691825206202444032024-02-06T21:24:56.018-08:00Bueno Morning...Scottyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09468559689572078636noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969182520620244403.post-28355457510022906262009-07-08T20:45:00.001-07:002009-07-08T20:46:59.611-07:004th of JulyDiscuss.Scottyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09468559689572078636noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969182520620244403.post-26063780290591957942009-06-26T12:44:00.000-07:002009-06-26T12:50:22.445-07:00I have recently been going to Borders a few times a week to study. Truth be told, prior to this little stint I did not frequent the bookstore on a regular basis. Inside, there is a Seattle’s Best café where people (including me) have a place to sit and read, study, chat, and what not.Needless to say, I encounter some pretty interesting people. Tonight, I sat at one of the larger tables as Scottyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09468559689572078636noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969182520620244403.post-40964398934339573392009-06-01T20:22:00.000-07:002009-06-01T20:37:08.807-07:00Care for a cookie?Ahhh... yes. I am sure everyone is wondering where I have been. Yes, OK Chick, I did make it back from Germany. Probably much to your dismay, ha!I really don't have much exciting going on, as since I have been back I have been spending countless hours studying. Boo. Seriously. I thought I was done studying when I was done with school. Wrong. I have a professional exam, or rather, a seriesScottyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09468559689572078636noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969182520620244403.post-50227275756036143612009-05-07T07:55:00.000-07:002009-05-07T07:55:01.127-07:00Frankfurt, day oneIt was an early morning, leaving from Paris. I think we woke up at about 4. My flight was at 7 or so, and we were a good hours train ride to the airport since we were on the opposite side of the city.Even the baguette-makers were awakeMe to Germany, her to USOnce I arrived at the Frankfurt airport, it took me a while to figure out the train system. I mean, the key? Flughafen = airportThe main Scottyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09468559689572078636noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969182520620244403.post-44408439565293127892009-05-06T09:34:00.000-07:002009-05-06T11:41:57.941-07:00Paris, day threeIn the morning, innocent enough. From the outside at least.Then you have to walk down some shifty steps.Past an evacuation planA quarry?Not really. Exactly, at the end of the pics.With flash.Without flash.Where we were? Read it..Then, off to happier things. Or is it, more shady?A simple wallA walk upTo the top of itStill at the top, another churchWhere everyone hung out on the steps, amongst Scottyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09468559689572078636noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969182520620244403.post-80065431192224051132009-05-05T09:46:00.000-07:002009-05-05T09:46:00.744-07:00Paris, day twoOff we went, via the train/subwayBreakfast. Some sort of delicious bread with delicious chocolateand a baguette, of course.From this placeOff past Rue de Rivoli to where Louis XIV got communionWhich was just a little ways over to the Notre DameWe then sat for a little while, and people watchedWhat's pretty cool, is that it seems like there was always someone playing music. Even in the middle ofScottyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09468559689572078636noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969182520620244403.post-34253266288854245312009-05-04T09:16:00.000-07:002009-05-04T09:16:00.212-07:00Paris, day oneWe left Nice late in the day, to get the most out of our visit there. So it was already getting dark when we got on the plane. Once we arrived in Paris. Tired. Too tired to do anything, but something that definitely perked me up... a Bueno!The next morning, a good early lunch was definitely in order. We ventured to a sandwich shop. Paris... bread... lovely.Little did we know that both of usScottyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09468559689572078636noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969182520620244403.post-82830898143179956982009-05-03T07:31:00.000-07:002009-05-03T07:31:00.357-07:00Nice, day twoWake up? Coffee. Get some.We then walked on over to the Place MassenaWhere, we quickly realized we were in the middle of a protest. Not sure what it was about, but there were a ton of people. Apparently it's the cool thing to do, because there were bands on the back of moving trucks, people cheering, everything you could think of. Except for beer.The night before, we had tried to hike to theScottyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09468559689572078636noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969182520620244403.post-7139675362498406052009-05-02T09:24:00.000-07:002009-05-02T13:31:28.205-07:00Nice, day oneOur time in Florence was short, but it was definitely well worth it. Would definitely go back there in a second. Next stop, Nice. In planning we decided that we needed somewhere to stop in between Florence and Paris. You know, since there is a decent amount of travel time in between Florence and Paris, we might as well see somewhere new in between. So, we chose Nice. About halfway (I think?) Scottyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09468559689572078636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969182520620244403.post-60843708823761801032009-04-23T08:22:00.000-07:002009-04-23T08:22:00.177-07:00Florence, day twoBefore going to bed the night before, we had planned on waking up a little bit earlier so we could avoid long lines at our first destination.So, easily enough, we arrived about 15 minutes before opening and there were only 10 people in the line 'without reservations'.We waited, in line, next to this door.In order to get in.We saw him, words can't describe. Perfect.We stayed about an hour, and Scottyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09468559689572078636noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969182520620244403.post-84417901564023014372009-04-21T06:30:00.000-07:002009-04-21T06:30:00.228-07:00Florence, day oneWe got to the subway station at about 9:00am. Where we would get off and take a longer distance train, even though the ride to Florence was only about an hour.On the way to our hotel, which was about two blocks from the main train station, an indoor market.With plenty of delicious treats.From there we walked to the Basilica of San Lorenzo, one of the oldest churches in Florence.The courtyard, Scottyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09468559689572078636noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969182520620244403.post-49437478230027639482009-04-20T05:07:00.000-07:002009-04-20T05:45:47.041-07:00Rome, day fourThis was the grocery store we went to a couple of times. What we thought was interesting was that it was closed all day on Sundays.On the opposite side of the Piazza di SpagnaThe girl showcasing the first McDonalds in Italy.Where we enjoyed a couple of CBOs.The Via CondottiThe Girl was sad I misplaced my wallet for the next couple of hours, on purpose.There were these guys on just about every Scottyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09468559689572078636noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969182520620244403.post-82721619838776403792009-04-20T05:05:00.000-07:002009-04-20T05:06:55.927-07:00Back home, soon..Scottyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09468559689572078636noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969182520620244403.post-77055950796771132782009-04-18T14:09:00.000-07:002009-04-18T14:26:00.119-07:00A New GameWhat is this, and WHY DID THE GIRL TELL ME TO PUT IT ALL OVER MY FOOT?Yes, it is 3 in the morning also.Scottyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09468559689572078636noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969182520620244403.post-22683727222343075502009-04-16T06:19:00.000-07:002009-04-16T08:31:30.567-07:00Rome, day threeTrain in the morning.This is about 100 yards from the subway stop.We found a tour guide.He took us inside.Then he gave us to her.We saw some trees.She took us to a hill.It had lots of old walls.And some bronze doors.We walked down for a closer look.There seemed to be columns everywhere.An arch.Then we walked to a square. Painters, a street comedian, fountains.Then, to a dome. A really big Scottyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09468559689572078636noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969182520620244403.post-15376645558429641592009-04-14T05:00:00.000-07:002009-04-14T09:52:33.385-07:00Rome, day two, dinnerSo, after a long day of sightseeing and walking, we figured a good dinner was definitely deserved. We decided to go somewhere that was:a) Close to the hotel, because we had been walking all dayb) A restaurant, rather than something fastc) Somewhere smallAfter consulting Tripadvisor, we found a place that fit the bill and was well rated.We sat down, at about 7:30 or so. Early by European Scottyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09468559689572078636noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969182520620244403.post-17512611405458667102009-04-09T06:05:00.000-07:002009-04-10T08:45:06.828-07:00dia DosWell I guess this really wasn't day two. Kinda. Truth be told, I arrived in Rome a day before the Girl. Got in at about 5pm or so, and she arrived early the following (Friday the 13th!) morning.So, after I picked up the Girl, off we went to the hotel to drop off luggage and such. She was tired, because she hadn't slept on the plane ride over, but I insisted she needed to stay up. I mean, howScottyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09468559689572078636noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969182520620244403.post-62445467545650946732009-04-09T00:51:00.000-07:002009-04-09T02:25:09.647-07:00WedlockSo, I had never thought of it before. I just saw/read the word 'wedlock'.Sounds painful.Couldn't they have thought of a better word for 'married'?Scottyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09468559689572078636noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969182520620244403.post-90157939195743602072009-04-08T08:26:00.000-07:002009-04-08T08:45:13.140-07:00day One point FiveMarch 13Hyderabad Airport, 1am. Time, to go.1st stop, Frankfurt. Wait, next flight.Flipping fast, numbers. Letters, the same.Terminal F, Paris. Rome, coming soon.Way early, morning. FCO, get Girl.Everyone asleep, tired. Airport, I go.The Girl, arriving. 7:30am, by plane.Find each, other. Across, the globe.Vacation. Begins.Scottyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09468559689572078636noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969182520620244403.post-3941106667366145302009-03-30T03:08:00.000-07:002009-03-30T03:30:29.780-07:00Back in the landI'm back! Well, I have actually been back for a few days, from the 'ol vacation. And just like any vacation, it was great. Similarly like any vacation, it was too short.Back to work = boo.In any case, since I know you all love pics, here are some. From Holi :)I am in a few, I am the only one in a black shirt.Needless to say, I still had a little bit of color after a couple of days.Scottyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09468559689572078636noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969182520620244403.post-91199752022866202402009-03-24T22:45:00.000-07:002009-03-24T22:45:01.241-07:00BreakingBefore, I blogged about two people. In a relationship, for 6 years.Great for each other. Yet, something wasn't there. They wanted different things. She wanted a family, he didn't. Just, different end points. Understanding enough.Sometimes, I think, you think you can change someone. You can change them to what you would like them to be. To a certain degree, you probably can, on very minor Scottyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09468559689572078636noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969182520620244403.post-2711800492308819802009-03-22T21:06:00.000-07:002009-03-22T21:06:00.134-07:00ConveyorEvery time I visit a German airport, I see something pretty darn smart. They must be some smart folks, or something.In any case, the first time, I saw a toilet seat that cleaned itself. Yes folks, they exist. You push a little button and the seat turns around and is cleaned with a cleaning solution, and even wipes itself dry. Crazy.This time, the second time, had to do with the folks that Scottyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09468559689572078636noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969182520620244403.post-57734627112756923712009-03-20T23:27:00.000-07:002009-03-20T23:27:00.220-07:00The dayAfter reading watching a little of someone elses...Maybe not as much as when I read Marley and Me, or when I watched it at the theater.There is something that I have known for a very long time. I don't know why, but I am pretty confident that I will cry at my own.I'm ok with that.Scottyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09468559689572078636noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969182520620244403.post-36441317883661894372009-03-18T22:30:00.000-07:002009-03-18T22:30:00.097-07:00Thinking: ListenListen. Concentrate. Attention to other. Interaction. More reaction than action. Important. Focus other than yourself. Perceive. The way they experience. Understand. How they feel. Realize. They are not alone. Connect. In a new and different way. Unique. Unparalleled in life. See. Eyes and your heart. Relate. They aren't alone. Concern. Yourself with them. Touch. Feelings Scottyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09468559689572078636noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969182520620244403.post-28569858468759264102009-03-16T23:06:00.000-07:002009-03-16T23:06:01.111-07:00Help with smokeSomeone searched for this, and was led to this post.smoke coming out of the microwave I wonder if they were making popcorn?Scottyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09468559689572078636noreply@blogger.com1