5 days later...

Well the wild frontiers of America came calling and we have since left the civilized and sumptuous Western Europe behind us. We go now to brace against the ebbing freedom we've had these past months as the tide of reality encroaches. There are very few decisions in life that are made without a hint of regret or retrospective uncertainty; and this was one of them. While I'm sure growth did occur, I can't say I was struck by any one great epiphany that will guide me into adulthood proper. That only happens in movies.

I return eager for the summer, friends, and family - but also with a sense of foreboding. My time abroad was as much an escape as it was an adventure and I wrestle with the feeling that I'm walking right back into the mouth of the lion. What we go now to face today and tomorrow is so different and things change so quickly - too quickly. But not unnaturally. Shikata ga nai, neh? It can't be helped.

So nothing to do now except sit up straight, face forward, stiff upper lip - good show old boy - and steady as she goes Mr. Mendelsohn, the sun still rises in the east.

Some pictures to enjoy.

Homestretch is way too cliche a term to use...

We have just hours HOURS! before our flight from Charles De Gaulle. 70 precious few to be about.

Earlier today when I had more like 83 I set out for Le Louvre art museum in downtown Paris. Normally it takes a full grown male 4 days to make good on the massive collection; which ranges from artifacts of the ancient world through Renaissance art and 19th century aristocratic grandeur. This is all coming out now that I have the time to think back and sound pretentious. But on foot, I had just one objective: make as much use of 9.50 euro (and the great opportunity) as possible. I maintained a fairly solid pace for about 7 hours - taking about 30 min at halftime for an overpriced coffee and pastry. I almost ran through the religious art of the 15-1600's. Ive seen plenty by this point and have grown tired of the Virgin Mary riding tidal waves of infant angels.

I have a certain nerdy streak for ancient history and so enjoyed looking at the Hellenic and Egyptian archeology. I was even able to recognize two or three things (from history) thanks to the one classics course I've taken at UVM.

Rosey got a new passport today. It got stolen a couple nights ago btw. Short story. There was this kung-fu master, right, and he challenged Matt to an "honorable" test of strength. It was a good fight and properly animated. Rosey was this close, I mean italics close, to beating him but the cowardly kung-fu master used his Monkey Style Bag-Stealing Distraction Stance (a cowardly move indeed). Next thing we knew, he and Matt's bag were nowhere to be seen. We tried hunting him down to no avail.

But everything is ok now! We will return as scheduled.

Might do another update before leaving. Post some pictures or the like. Pictures of us CRYING (you will not actually see this).

Hamsterdam to Oui Oui Paris

Sorry I didn't post anything over the past few days. I guess my memory wasn't operating with full steam potential. Rosey and I just got in to Paris today from Amsterdam. I'd have to say, the latter was certainly great fun but it didn't have the shock value I had imagined. I had pictured something akin to The Narrows of Gotham City. This was of course silly of me due to the fact that the Dutch are historically renowned for their organization and intelligent engineering. Some houses did look to have that crooked and leaning feel; but they were so well maintained that I wasn't sure if they hadn't been built afresh with the crooked nature included for effect.

The notorious Red Light District did still have some lingering vestiges of its past extravagance. The night scene was lively and well illuminated. Prostitutes take their chairs behind a panel of glass around 7pm. Blacklights and Red Neon (hence the title) provide for a kind of creepy ambiance. This is of course not intimidating for youngsters, adults, or the elderly who come from all over and armed to the teeth with Cannon or Nikon. A bit of very legal substances, some window shopping of sex toys and prostitutes and follow it up with a ride on a ferris wheel in the center of town. Truly a family affair.

And plenty of boats. Many canals dissect the city in an expanding pattern-like ripples-from the city center. One day, we saw this guy. OK. He was dressed in lime green suit pants and button down shirt overlain by a grey cotten vest. He sat in the back of a painted boat the size of a large bathtub with an off-side motor propelling him in lazy circles. One hand was used to play a brass trumpet while the other turned the crank of a player piano mounted in front of him. Not sure if this was how he made a living - throwing coins seemed inappropriate and dangerous. I think applause from a happy audience was his intended satisfaction.

Got in to Paris today. Our hostel is located in the part of town described as "unsafe for women to be alone at night." Rosey and I got a real kick out of that. Haven't seen much of the city since it was about 11:30pm when we arrived, but the metro overpass near the hostel is pretty cool.

Too tired to use exclamation points or anything!

Arrived in Amsterdam late on the 19th and caught up with Rosey. The day will be called The Day of One Thousand Happy Laughters.

We got right down to things and bounced back and forth our various individual stories we had built during our interim of separation. Ironically enough we both went to Vienna, Prague, and Berlin and likely were in the same city at the same time on more than one occasion.

So before arriving in Amsterdam I was (as was Rosey) in Berlin. It was a pretty cool city but it is very large and I don't really feel like I've come away with nearly enough of the map revealed. It was the most modern city visited in terms of architecture and style. I imagine this is because most of it was built in the past 50 years. People obey crosswalk lights under any and all conditions including a deserted street. I picked up a new book that isn't Twilight. It's called Winter Breaks and is quite British.

So been now in Amsterdam for a couple of days. More to come on that.

Guttentad

On my last night here in Wroclaw, Poland. Nice hostel, crappy town. I was able to find a good park near one of several cathedrals where I could relax. I've already finished both George RR Martin books that my parents brought me and with so much down time I needed another novel. So on my way out of Prague I browsed the train station book store. Their English selection was mostly pop-novel "best sellers" and I ended up walking away with Twilight, to my and the cashier's mutual amusement. It was that or "The Lipstick Confessions" - or something similar by the lady who is responsible for Sex in the City.

Obnoxious sexual tension with vampires was a better choice. Honestly, I guess I can see why Twilight caught so much flak (especially from the militant feminist sector). But the negative mob thought against it was itself kind of ridiculous. It's an easy chick-flick monster novel - so whatever - it's a story. Also the last few segments were pretty of riveting. So I didn't actually come away with a feeling like my time was wasted as I had been led to believe.

Of course now I'm left with the problem of being without a book again. Twilight went faster than I expected (not really a page turner (for me), just short). I wasn't necessarily left with a sense of longing and wonder for the rest of the series; things are pretty well wrapped up by the end without any undue cliff-hangers. I might just skip the second and third books and just go right to the vampire-god sex that everyone else had to wait a cumulative 1200 pages to get to.

Like I mentioned, Wroclaw is kind of boring and exploring the city took less than a full day. The hostel is not terribly populated this time of year providing for a lack of bar-buddies. So I spent last night with some wine, beer, starcraft pro-matches and reading "first impressions" from the starcraft 2 beta testing. All in all a good night.

I think tomorrow I'm going to Berlin. Probably.

And here's a picture from a few weeks ago.

Prague

This is my fourth and final night in Prague. I initially had my skepticisms about visiting Eastern Europe; expecting a cold and bleak post-soviet backwater wherever I would land. That and whenever someone tried to pitch to me the idea, their resoning pettered out after "well...you gota go to Prague..." As if there was nothing else out there. Perhaps my generalizations were not totally unfounded.

But I will admit that Prague has proven an excellent visit. Here are some reasons:

1. Typical Czech cuisine has been inexpensive and substantially comprised of meat, bread, and meat in large portions, served in the sauce of the meat.

2. You can ride the metro for "free." Well..they sell tickets that you have to stamp to validate before entering, otherwise you get fined. But apparently the city doesn't actually employ anyone to enforce this policy so everyone just rides for free. I think the system relies heavily upon goodwill and naive tourists.

3. All the buildings are painted different colors!

I also had my very first clubbing experience here. These French Guys were pretty alright and had a car. The club was, well, in a building. I don't think I'm the clubbing type necessarily but I did appreciate the infestructural elements. Such as 4/5 floors of throbbing bass and dancing that certainly shook me at my foundations if not the club's. And the lighting was great and technical and properly optic. One room had the floor tiles that light up in random squares while above were wooden dragons exhaling fake smoke. The top floor was the quiet floor where you could take a load off the weary dancing dogs.

I came away with a few conclusions:

1. I. Hate. House Music. - I guess I did like the visceral stimulation from massive amounts of low frequency rhythm; but I'm not paying 200czk to listen to re-mixed mashups of the Spice Girls. I think I was the only person there who found this incredibly hilarious/humiliating.

2. Sobriety is better left at maybe. Sorry I know I have relatives out there (hey Nonie) and maybe future employers (probably not). Trying to be helpful.

3. If you don't like dancing you can always stand by the railing and make sure no one steals the jackets (get's hot in there!).

Well this has been an update of lists. I'm off to Wroclaw tomorrow/today/whever this get's posted. My watch broke so I've just been swimming in and out of time.

The Italian City that Could Sorta

Alright. So Milan was a pretty alright city. I think the one thing they have going for them is the epic last supper painting. You need to reserve tickets 2 weeks in advance so I mostly just bummed around the city as per habit thus far prescribes.

During my wanderings I did happen across a pretty excellent museum featuring a filmography collage and costume display of Greta Garbo. In a separate exhibit was a great collection of Roy Lichtenstein's. This particular collection had less of a focus on his iconic dot-comic style that for which he was made popular and was quite interesting to see.

Oh, and there was this really awesome bar where "happy hour" doesn't mean cheap drinks. Instead you get a beer (aprox 1 head in size) and then all you can eat buffet. And the food was damn good. Cooked freshly and abundantly.

Overnight trained it to Vienna. 14 hours and little sleep (trains just aren't good at that) so spent a day crashing and then finally adventured around today. I accidentally booked only booked 2 nights here and they are fresh out of rooms so looks like I'll be heading off somewhere tomorrow. Maybe Prague.

'bout that time...

Rosey and I have only just surfaced, gasping, from the epicurean splendor of the past week.

Many thanks to my parents. Possibly 1 bajillion thanks to be exact.

By mere happenstance, we were able to meet up with them at the exact time of their arrival in Perugia. Rosey and I had arrived earlier, making our way somewhat haphazardly uphill towards the hotel (5 star). We had just stormed our way up the meandering slope and were resting in a hilltop plaza. Gearing ourselves up after a brief respite and readying for some more fantastic hill climbing action, I look over and there is the hotel (5 star) and my parents unloading their car.

The day concluded with a short stroll around the local area, some gelati, matching red spedos and swimming in the ancient underground swimming pool of the hotel (5 star).

The rest of the week was a blur of food, wine and adventures. We visited some of the smaller towns around the area including Assisi and Siena. Mother had the foresight to pack some watercolor paints with her and we made good use of them high up on the castle of Assisi's warrior priest (preferable to aged bishop).

Before too long we moved camp to the small coast town of Riomaggiore which was more or less the perfect place for anyone to leave a perfectly peaceful life. A cliff side trail that we walked one day brought us to a couple similar towns; small, quaint, with excellent wine.

Mother and Father were wonderful companions but unfortunately had to go back to the drudgery of adulthood, allowing the Adventure Kids to frolic in what little remains of their youth and innocence. And sometimes growing up means you have to strike out to find a fortune of your own. Rosey and I, today, will journey on separate paths and reconvene in Amsterdam in mid April. Our parting can only be described as, The Day of a Thousand Tears.

Rosey is kind of a nub and won't update the blog but as of 12:20pm on April 3rd he was alive and well, standing in line to get a ticket to Budapest...or Belfast...dunno.

Anyway, just got into Milan today. It's rainy and cold here. My hostel is in a sort of converted apartment building on the outer urban area of the city. The main stairwell and lobby bear an eerie resemblance to the interior design of Rapture. I just finished a chat with a Japanese girl from Tokyo who's never heard of Haruhi Suzumiya. A dog is tearing the face off of a stuffed dinosaur and reception is playing a techno-remix of Avril Lavigne's "Skater Boy." All in all a rather surreal welcoming.

Interesting Factoid

So we found the "library,f" which is actually a church, converted into another Di Vinci museum (still cool) - the outside of which was featured in Indiana Jones + Last Crusade.

The interior (where all the action happened) was actually a set constructed in a movie studio somewhere outside of London.

So it was more like Real Young Adults on a Failed Attempt to Reclaim Childhood! ...

Venice is the Chronic.

We have now had 3 days on The Floating City. It's Venice: So it's beautiful and picturesque and all other positive descriptions you might expect to see scrawled across a traveler's blog post.

We've done our best to get lost and found again - the former actually being the more difficult. Yesterday we kept going around in circles just trying to make our way across the city. Various streets and ally's kept intersecting with canals where people use boats to get around (it's true!)

Rosey made reference to Labyrinth at one point and I agree. Only there was a distinct lack of David Bowie and his Magnificent Package.

Today we are going to try and locate the library featured in The Last Crusade. X never marks the spot except when you least expect it!

Real kids on a real adventure!

Venice

We are (like right now) in Venice.

More to come.

A Florencia

As the title might describe, we are to disembark for Florence sometime today. We leave Rome convinced that History did indeed take place there at some point.

Of highlights include: The Vatican, Nutella.

We also hit up a Di Vinci museum (for kids!) that had durable - yet fun - models demonstrating the era of engineering he basically created single handedly. In a back room was a large pool showing some walking-on-water ideas. I dropped my sunglasses into the tank and was all sorts of peeved about this. However, the staff at the museum were very helpful in retrieving them. Invoking the spirit of Di Vinci, we were able to construct a sort of net, on a hoop, attached to a long pole. Leaving the complicated technical functionality aside, the awkwardly titled, "pool cleaner," was very helpful in the capture of my beloved $12 airport sunglasses.

We have been having difficulty cooking for ourselves. Adequacy of kitchens aside, it is a matter of value discrepancy. Buying groceries, only to have to do the prep work for our selves later, is simply not a viable option compared to the kebab (pictures to come).

Kebab refers to the large spit of pressed meat pile that rotates vertically in front of an electric or gas grill. The chef will take a knife or electronic device and "shave" the meat off the spit/pile. Meat comes in shreds of chicken or beef. These are then usually placed in a tortilla-like bread product among a variety of "fresh" vegetables and magic sauces. All of this for about 4 euros. The quality ranges from location to location but we'll be damned if it isn't a fine meal for a fine price all the time.

Today! On "The Adventure Kids"...

Today it was pissing out. Tomorrow it's also supposed to be pissing out as well. But today it was straight pissing. And cold. We woke up and scuttled our way out of the Hostel of Epic Journeying (see previous post) (they were booked beyond our reservations). We walked a solid 20 min to our next hearth located near baloney plaza (spelling: not approximate, pronunciation: adequate)

It was only trickling out now so we tried to go see a museum. The metro staff was on strike so I bought a big calzone. I ate the calzone on the way back to the hostel as the rains came heavy. There were still people outside (in the heavy rain) waiting for the metro staff to strike less. We got back and [footage missing or whatever]. Eventually went out to store to buy coffee, nutella and strawberries. Went back. Made eating motions followed by general hanging out and all that entails. Oh, we saw the Colosseum yesterday. That was sweet.

Again, apologies to our fan-base for the lack of updating. They days are going by a steam powered pace.

Our most recent journey began on Monday, the 8th of March, 2010. We left our Hostel late afternoon and made our way to the metro through the wind and snow - whatthefucksnow!? It was an unwelcome and sour reminder of the world we thought we left behind. Just 3 days before we were on the beach enjoying the sun and cold beer. When we emerged from the warm underground we found ourselves among palm trees, heavily laden with the powdery fluff of children's dreams. Sticky, thick and copious. Apparently this was the first time in 4 years Barcelona has seen snow and never so ridiculously abundant. So yes, this means Rosey and I actually witnessed: WEATHER HISTORY.

Our boat (oh right, we took a boat btw) was a ferry/cruise ship. Most of the travelers were staying in cabins ranging from first - third class. Too rich for our blood but they did have a reject-class option. This was a large room with airplane style seating and no windows. I used to pride myself on never getting sea sick but I think it was a window-reliant ability. The seas were rather rough - delaying our journey by several hours and forcing them to close the on-board discotech. To make up for it, they served us a free dinner (yeay!) with fish that would have probably ended up on the floor of the on-board discotech.

We disembarked at 1am in Italy, at a port city I can neither pronounce nor spell, and took a shuttle to the train station. We waited till 5am with some fellow passengers, trying to talk but finding it difficult so we just all smoked outside and got hassled by the cops together. "The ties that bind" as they say. Leaving them at some point we found ourselves in Rome's central rail terminal. It is about this time that we realized the lack of some important information - such as everything relating to our hostel. Got map. Got internet. Spent another 4 hours wandering around a 2 block radius looking for the words "Rome City Hostel." We found it scrawled neatly on a 2in by 5in placard among other residents of a nondescript apartment building. That one's their bad.

We ate. We slept. Aaannnndd that about does it. Pictures pictures!

This snow is 4real.

Our sleeping quarters on board the ferry.

Oh, and one day we rented a scooter and drove all up n' 'round the metrop.

Fixy, our Number One Fan, was good enough to remind us that we are long past due for a posting. Several days ago we arrived in Barcelona (Capitol of the Catalonia province of Spain - and biddies).

Some fun in the sun and a few photographs later:

Estamos en Granada

That's Spanish for "We are in Granada"

Last night was an experience for both of us as we matched Spain's authentic Chinese cuisine against that found in the U.S. It was as we expected: America wins again. Apparently General Gao didn't quite make it all they way to Iberica during his Glorious Campaign.

I made the would be safe - albiet lame - bet for sweet and sour chicken over white rice. Rosey decided against the fried chicken's balls, opting instead for a "happy family" served in a sizzling hot oil and sauce. Our pallets full and lubricated we quickly made our way back to the safety of our apartment for further adventures.

Captains Log: 12:38 a.m, 2/19/10, a Friday Morning, Somewhere in Spain

Taylor - that asshole - has apparently been updating this Internet-communication-diary-thing. I will, I perhaps, do the same.

As I'm certain almost no real Europeans are perusing my musings, I'll start with the things that suck. Item number one: Bagels:

Donde Esta the Bagels, guys?

As far as I'm concerned, the entire European continent is light-years behind America in Baked-Circular-Bread-With-a-Hold-in-the-Middle-Technology; the American Bagel - soft, and perfectly proportioned- is,to me, the most revered quadrant of the FDA food pyramid.

I would like to throw out a quick holla to the Creamer family freezer, which through some oft-magical display of generosity has produced a countless number of conjure-many-a-bagel spell for the needy.

Europe, for your lack of good taste regarding things with which to sandwich meat and cheese between, I forgive you. But not without good cause!

As it turns out, your wine...is very inexpensive, and I thank you for it. Without the blessing of Dinoysus - captured in 75 Centi-Liter bottles - I would not, indeed, be at this computer at all. Master Card will insist that the best things in life are priceless, when truly, they are about 1.80 euros and sometimes a 2008 and red.

I have not written much as of yet, so lets back track a bit. Portugal, Obrigado. I believe it to be indicative of the human spirit, and international commerce more generally, how truly far a simple obrigado - "thank you" in Portuguese, for the ignorant - will get you. Many a memory, friend, and pastry was fertilized in the wondrous city of Lisbon, and my obrigado's know no bounds. And so obrigado, obrigado...obrigado Portugal.

But we must, as always, move on to new; leave the instantaneously-nostalgic and memorable behind, once again.

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I want to, I'm very certain, make video games - for they are awesome. I want now, I have discovered, to - probably - make comics as well, for they are sweet. My revelations have unfolded themselves as such: I am to read "A lesson is learned, but the damage is irrvevrisble" until the, almost, overwhelming sense of adoration and simultaneous inadequacy muster themselves into a maelstrom of such un-be-known-st scale and intensity and then proceed to metaphorically vomit themselves unto the entire Adobe creative suite.

(tangent aside)

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The night continues to expand, while my bottle of wine successfully diminishes; as such I will sign off.

Brigadier Sargent Colonel Matthew signing off,

Matthew

Also(!):

Today, I am informed, is Tuesday. Making tomorrow Wednesday and the day of our departure from Seville to lands unknown. But first, a recap.

Rosey and I got back from Cadiz on Sunday. We decided to cut our visit to the city of waves and fiestas down to a day and a night for a number of reasons. Most prominant among them being the fact that every hostel was booked to the brim and overflowing with rowdy white kids come to get themselves a moderate shade of tipsy. No room for 2 extra white kids :(

Rosey and myself arrived with naught but the 50 pound bags on our backs. Noticing immediately that we would find no safe refuge for ourselves or our precious, precious things - we brainstormed.

Not wanting our night to be burdened, we considered stashing the gear in: 1) an abandoned apartment, 2) a construction site (believing that no work would be done by any sane contracting business the day after Saturday of Carnival (a reasonable assumption, Rosey)), 3) digging a hole on the beach and buring the bags - thus providing for a fun treasure hunt the following sometime.

Our solution: Just suck it up and wear the bags as part of our costume (we did need costumes), so we went as "the idiot american travellers who didn´t book in advance on a major holidy." Our image was accentuated with bits of paper streamers found on the ground and wine. And I put on my headlamp.

The night grew increasingly/decreasingly vivid. I won´t bore you with the details but regardless, we eventually found ourselves faced with our previous challange: where the hell to sleep.

Earlier, I had used my elf-eagle vision to spot a large sandy beach about .5-3 miles down the coast past the concrete breakers. However, now that it was night, my elf-eagle vision was completely useless (drat on the fate of things). We meandered down in the sorta beach direction eventually giving up on reaching the comfortable sand and turned downhill towards the water. A steep and eroading slope brought us down to a point where the concrete breakers (large and cubelike in form) thinned out to a simple seawall.

We spread out on the stones and glass for a wholesome slumber; awaking at various times to voices from above - obviously ill humored youth up to misdeeds. The next day we agreed that we had obtained the necessary experience to ding next level and that 3 euros for crusty bread was not in sync with our pretentions regarding food.

Just got into Seville day before yesterday. Hostel is portrayed as hip via interweb but amenities are less than par. Either way, Rosey and I got wind of this new fangled catholic holiday called "lent" (new on a geologic scale anyway). So we checked out and are on our way to Cadiz, Spain, for Carnival. It is a humanitarian mission: to help the natives usher in the month-long religious practice of moderation and temperance with a gluttonous week of revelry.

We will need costumes?

Also, this is a chance to escape the rain which will hover over Seville for a week according to iWeather.

Not sure when internet will be had again so don't go assumeing we are dead or anything if we don't post within the next few days.

Lisbon area

The ittyist of the bittyist coffee

Steep ass trolley street. Harrowing when wet due to poor traction on

sidewalks.

On good design

Though my only subject of observation thus far has been Lisbon, I am regularly impressed by how much one can fit into a small space. Smartcars are of course very prevalent in a country with roads only large enough to fit smartcars, but it goes beyond the obvious direction automobiles are taking (goofy as smartcars may be).

Restrooms. In America they are the everyman's dilemma. In Europe they are your own private world, over which you man govern atop a porcelain throne. Yes, toilets here do indeed invoke the necessity for obnoxious analogy. This is facilitated almost entirely by the fact that walls encompassing the consumptive device reach to (or just short of) the floor. 'Cause I don wana see someone else's feet when I'm working and I don't need other people examining my shoes from the other side of a half-hearted attempt at a partition.

Or when it's just you, alone, among the many empty seats and there are people outside using the sink or whatever - memorizing your shoes so that when you're done they whisper to their buddies about how "that dude was totally taking a shit in there, ya know." Because in America, your business is everyone's business. In Europe...well we always thought they were more progressive (healthcare anyone?).

Its Magic, Baby!!!

After what feels like a small lifetime - well, two or three months - I will be making a glorious and triumphant (?) return to the game which holds, perhaps, the greatest place in my heart: Magic: The Gathering. In Portugal, Cool! 

A game whose complexity is matched only by its elegance, the language of Magic is universal. Of course I will have to reacquaint myself with the newest sets, World Wake, though the cards seem awesome at a glance, so I doubt that will require all that much effort on my part. 

The tagline for the pro tour is to: play magic, see the world, and it might not be on the pro tour but a simple Friday Night Magic will easily appease my thirst . And a pre release no doubt, perhaps the most fun a dude can have with a bunch of other dudes with cardboard. 

Gleaning over the cards it seems, wizards might want to take the defining speed of triple zendikar drafts down a notch, with what seems to be a greater abundance of 3/3 s to hold down the fort. Will this amount to much? I'm skeptical. 

Well, i have a bit of work ahead of me before Friday. But it will be fun to see how i can manage overseas. I feel sudden satisfaction with myself for finding room in my backpack for my binder of rares; hopefully the can amount to a playable amount of store credit. 

And fledgling Griffin looks bad ass. 

Matt, for now.

Lisboa

Just found our first internt. Decent pricing at 2 euros provides for 30min on the web and one beer. Comcast should consider subscription options based on this model (I´ll twitter hardcore on this issue). Right now we are looking for even cheaper versions of hostel style living. We stayed our first night and day at a 50eu location. The architecture is beautiful, the city generally smells delicious but liquor stores close at 8pm.

Followng the success of our search for free and unecumbered internet, Ill post some pictures.

Rolling out.

Black out drunk we enter the airport. After a series of deeply personal and sexually-extensional questions administered to us by a pair of stern security cadets we come to in a flying-like device resembling a large bird. To be continued...

Airport Day1

Rosey and I just got robbed. By the 1/.6 dollars to euro exchange rate. New promise to self: no graduation until the we are once again the strongest global economy. At least things in the U.S. are finally on the mend... so that when we return we can loose even more money exchanging euros back to dollars. That's pretty cool. Aight, ima pass the mic over to MC Rose-E.