Homo Anatinus

all I have to do today is take a ten page French military document and make a three-paragraph summary in English but I absolutely cannot be bothered. it’s sunny and perfect outside, the pot of tea I accidentally drank is making my organs boil, and I am listening to the slickest of tunes. 

this weekend I biked through Austrian wine country with the loveliest of friends and ate roasted fish on a stick, caught fresh from a tributary of the Danube. July marks the beginning of village festivals and wine weeks in Austria and I CANNOT BE MORE EXCITED. my plan for this week is to find a good pair of lederhosen so I will fit in (and have a Halloween costume for the rest of my life). I’m considering assless, but it might violate the conservative sensibilities of the Austrian village people…

I seriously love it here so much.