11 January 1992
Well, I’m glad to be back, glad to be feeling better. In a Spanish/French border town where our train stopped over for a while, I got out to walk around. A Spanish man told me "You don’t look like a Frenchman." I didn’t know quite what to think of that. People keep thinking I’m British, or Irish or something. I don’t know if it’s because my accent is changing after being in Europe for so long, or because these people just don’t know what an American accent sounds like. Also, I have bright red hair at the moment.