everywhere and nowhere: digital memories

When I was 25, embarking on a PhD, I did what many North American university students do, if they are lucky enough to have the chance. I purchased a Eurail pass and saw a bit of the Old World. This blog isn't about that trip. It follows the trip I took 3 years later, when I decided there must be more to life than the Ivory Tower. Unlike the cliches of the time, I hadn't set out to find myself. Nawh: I was bent on losing myself. & I've been lost ever since.