leaving

i've said it before, and never think that i will say it again. and yet i always do. it gets to the point where it is almost embarassing. oh, there's sarah again, winding down, getting ready to leave again. look at her, she's an emotional wreck. everything is turned into some special memory, everything is filed away. she never wants to leave anywhere.

...but i don't want to leave...can't you see i'm having so much fun...please...don't make me leave...

"and they'll watch the game and it will be as if they dipped themselves in magic waters. the memories will be so thick they'll have to brush them away from their faces." (field of dreams)

markus and me in the mem aud fountain

kristof sneaking up behind me in the old union fountain

markus kicking my butt

tibor and me fooling around after dinner

tibor, nick, and me, 3/4 of the tuesday night cooking crew

petter, markus, henrik and david, "the swedes." i want to visit sweden.