Just read through my field journal from Stanica…

It’s so funny, how I can clearly remember some parts of my experience, and then others I have completely forgotten.  There is one day I have absolutely no recollection of, even though it seemed like a pretty trying day.  There is also this experience I apparently had with a really nasty homeless guy which seemed to really upset/affect me and I don’t really remember that too well either.

But overall, it was a fantastic trip down memory lane.  I normally don’t like re-reading journal entries but this one was typed so it was easier to read.  It was also broken up into sections so it had a good flow to it.

God I miss Stanica.