The Divine Brat.

October 11, 2018November 29, 2018 ~ Lkvy ~ 2 Comments

The other day, while searching for the most dangerous gun I own, a hot glue gun, I found my stash of teenage-year photos. While my childhood photos are pressed onto sticky pages in photo albums on the other side of the country, and my adulthood photos on Flickr, the photos from my pubescence were in my closet sharing a box with the glue gun.

I remember getting rid of most of the photos in which I looked like a zitty goblin, but I still have all my student transit discount IDs featuring my official school portraits.

My ninth grade photo, in particular, has a little backstory:

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Beware of the Deaf.

September 26, 2018November 23, 2018 ~ Lkvy ~ 1 Comment

Just so you are aware: it’s Deaf Awareness Month.

I wasn’t planning on posting about this but as it’s also Deaf Awareness Week, I’m under double the pressure.

For this, I’ve put together an FAQ. Except, instead of answering the questions, I am going to rate them on their awkwardness:

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Too soon.

September 23, 2018November 23, 2018 ~ Lkvy ~ Leave a comment

Day 12.

89km, negligible climbing: Mauvezin-de-Prat – Saint-Lys.

We had already seen Saint-Martin-Lys and wanted to see the Martin-free version which was conveniently on the way back to Toulouse.

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The big black hole of Ariège.

September 19, 2018November 23, 2018 ~ Lkvy ~ 1 Comment

Day 11.

94km, 972m climbing: Foix – Mauvezin-de-Prat.

“Oh, look. A bird show! With snakes and turtles! I like turtles.“ I pointed at the paper place mat while Yann and I waited for our meal the night before we left Foix.

BirdShowMat — Our next destination was right under our noses.

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If you really think about it, castles are meant to keep foreigners out.

September 17, 2018November 23, 2018 ~ Lkvy ~ 1 Comment

Day 10.

74km, 811m climbing: Saint-Martin-Lys – Foix.

When I was 15, I got to attend the 14th Winter World Games for the Deaf (now called the Deaflympics) in Davos, Switzerland. I was not athletic at all back then so I was there to spectate and to cheer on a deaf guy from my school who was on the Canadian hockey team.

As it was cheaper to fly to Frankfurt, Germany and then catch a train to Davos, we had the opportunity to do some light exploration of Germany as well. Neuschwanstein castle was on our itinerary: it was to be a side trip from Munich. The hostel our group stayed at in Munich had rooms too small to place an adult chaperone in each room. I ended up in the chaperone-free room with 4 other girls.

PARTY!

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