Home Sweet Home

Hello everybody, i am back from Europe, and still in relaxation mode, hence not writing sooner, i got home wednesday evening, but i had to catch up with the Lost episode i missed and watch the new one and then go to bed. You have all watched Lost liked i asked, or rather demanded, if not there is still time, RENT season one at least and just give it a shot . . . . . . . . . . . . please. But anyways, i am sure you are all far more interested about my many adventures in Europe, and in due time i will certainly get to them, as well as the many photos i took, the final count was 9,787. Obviously there are alot of touristy snapshots, and photos just to show how various places look, but hopefully there are alot of nice artistic ones as well. I am half excited to go back and go through and edit all those photo's and half dreading the immense and tedious task it will be, Mark i am sure you understand and don't envy the task that lays ahead, ohh and HAPPY BIRTHDAY you big lovable lug, or rather you svelte lovable lug (actually i just looked up lug cause i was unsure what it means and the definition is ~ an awkward, clumsy fellow. Then i looked up the definition for svelte ~ gracefully slender in figure and movement. You're not particularily ackward or clumsy, but still i think its a great description, so happy birthday again you gracefully slender in figure and motion, loveable, ackward and clumsy fellow) Sorry for the digression, but that's the way it goes since i enjoy writing in a stream of consciousness form, and since i obviously have just a little bit of ADHD. Anyways, back to the trip, as you can imagine it was amazing, just so much fun, excitement, wonder, beauty, and walking. I met so many interesting people, it is pretty cool that when you are in a foreign land, surrounded by a foreign language, and you hear someone speak english, you instantly gravitate towards each other and begin talking, simply because it is nice to be able to understand what someone is saying, and to be able to communicate fully, rather than trying to communicate through a language barrier. The places i went to were London ~ Amsterdam ~ Hamburg ~ Berlin ~ Prague ~ Munich ~ Zagreb, Croatia ~ Dubrovnik, Croatia ~ Rome ~ Nice (Monaco & Cannes, they are all close together) ~ Paris.

My 5 Favorite places were:
1 ~ Paris - i obviously loved the culture, language, music, and films before i got there, but it was just so nice and livable, of all the places i went i could very easily see my self living here, and enjoying the 6 weeks of vacation a year. The town is not how it looks in the movies, but it's close it more realistic and normal, yet still surprisingly magical.
2 ~ Amsterdam - Obviously. But other than the reason you already know, it is very very beautiful with all the canals, the people are all very nice, friendly, relaxed, and chill. The town and roads are owned by bicycles, and there are way more bikes than cars.
3 ~ Dubrovnik - Simply ridiculously gorgeous. It is mountainous, hilly, rocky, lush, tropical terrain, the goes right into the teal waters of the adriatic. The old walled city is also very beautiful, with the streets made out of marble cobblestones that are over a 1000 years old, yet still amazingly well preserved, especially since it went through a major war 10 years ago. There are also many many beautiful islands just off the coast, on one of the islands, named Lokrum is where i wrote most of your postcards, i waited and sent most of them from the vatican which has it's own postal service, which i did because of the irony, but i don't think their postal service is very good, since my parents sill haven't received theirs and its been about 14 days since i sent them. FUCKING god DAMN VATICAN!

Ohh and that reminds me, when i went to the vatican, which is ridiculously crowded, i had to wait in line for 2 1/2 hours, and once inside it is jammed packed with lots of old people who are literally dying to see the vatican before they die. They are all surprisingly rude, and pushy, and most apparently come just to see the sistine chapel which is in the final room out of 27 that you must pass through first. Well i quickly got tired of this, and i had a refrain from a rap song in my head, i am not sure who the song is by if you remember let me know. So throughout the vatican i was constantly saying loudly to people, "Move Bitch, Get out da wayy!" Sometimes a language barrier is a great thing, cause either they had a bewildered, wide eyed look at me, or they looked at me with a shocked expression, and surprisingly no one talked back to me, in any case it made me feel alot better.

4 ~ Munich - or actually just Oktoberfest since i only saw about a 5 block area, from the train station to my hostel, and from my hostel to the festival grounds. Oktoberfest was by far the best festival i have ever been too, the whole point is to drink as much beer as humanely possible and have as much fun as possible doing it. Everyone is in such a nice friendly mode, and the beer was the most fresh, ice cold, refreshing beer i have ever had. And a 1 liter beer mug is the perfect size glass to drink from. The most beer i had in a day was 11 liters, had 6 in the morning and early afternoon, went pack to hostel, took a 3 hour nap, came back and had 5 more before it closed at midnight
5~ Nice - The town itself is decent it has a french, small town feel. But once you get to the beach you look around, and up and down the coast and you say to yourself, "Wow, this is so nice, it is simply just very, very nice. And for all my male readers, French beaches are by far the best i have ever seen, for one simple reason - Boobs, and lots of them. About 75% of the women at the beachs go topless. Are they all young beautiful models? No, some but not all, but boobs are boobs and they really do make any beach better.