I wrote this almost two years ago when I traveled to Kiev for work. I meant to flesh it out at the time, fill in the thoughts with complete sentences, but reading the abrupt thoughts and flow from beginning to end is rather endearing (and a bit like being in my head, I think.)
Find myself single, traveling the world. Unprepared and diving in. Ready to spend some time with myself. Passport fiasco. Two hours before leaving came down with a cold. Charles de Gaul airport – luxury goods, faint smell of toilet. Well designed bathrooms. Amazing food on planes. Great seating. Ride from airport. Stacks upon stocks of apartments of varying versions of the same architectural style. Dissolving around it. Not sure it was ever pretty to begin with. Gas stations. Faded paint. Dreary flowers. Rain didn’t help. Dead quiet airport. Nice woman on plane. Leg cancer scare. Museum advice. Maroon 5, Britney Spears, Michael Bolten, Cirque du Soleil, Ace of Base Churches, golden domes, shining beacons in a sea of faded pastels. Nicer away from airport. Trees. Giant woman with sword. More European in artwork, structures, parks, Guy on moped rumbling down cobblestone street. Beautiful statues. Pastels seem more intentional here rather than color victims of time. I should get a haircut in Amsterdam.