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My name is Donut. Sometimes I see things and then write about them later. Sometimes I don't.
I'm in Ireland!
But that's a different story. I spent the last week exploring Berlin, which was great. Lots of sights to see, lots of art and (mostly) good music. More on that later.
Prague was, by far, one of the high points of my trip.
I did not see much of the city. As much as is absolutely necessary I suppose, but not all that a well rounded trip would call for.
Before leaving America I was told this trip would be either amazing, fantastic, life-changing, wonderful, or a whole host of other positive descriptors, and so far it has been.
Hmmm.... I'm lying on a couch listening to Hannibal Burss. It's four thirty and its great being a little (or a lot) lazy for a bit.
Last you heard I was in Amsterdam. Now I'm in Germany. Eichstätt, to be precise. In between there was: adventure, intrigue, laughter, tears, joy, trains, free pasta, thrift stores, Daniel Craig, kids from Colorado, lumberjack snoring, fresh stroopwaffel, and döner. If you don't know what döner is you're missing out, and I will be missing it when I go home. Good fast food, great drunk food. Tasty.
I'm sitting on a bus on a train waiting to cross the English channel. It is hot, there is no air. Amsterdam soon!
So Barcelona. I've said enough on the subject except what I will reiterate, which is that I met some cool people there. After the hostel finally found my tickets I left the next morning and spent about twelve and a half hours traveling. Barcelona to Valence, Valence to Chambery Challes, Chambery Challes to Milan. Spent the next day wandering around Milan waiting for an evening train to Rome so I could fly to Dubrovnik, in Croatia.
I don't even know where to begin this next post, so much has happened between Barcelona and here, and it's only been... Two weeks. I guess I shouldn't say only, a lot can happen in two weeks. So, this is going to mix of broad strokes and fine print details because my brain hurts trying to do thinky-remember things.
French hosts are fantastic. We stayed a night in Aix-en-Provence, sleeping at our new friend Renaud's parent's house. They were very nice - we had wine and cheese, and pasta with more wine and then the next day a great lunch with more wine, and cheese. "When in Rome..." (No please, do go on).
I arrived in Paris on the twenty second. It's a pretty town, but lots of people. Went to the catacombs (didn't go in), saw the Eiffel Tower (didn't go up) the Arc de Triomphe (didn't go up) and the Louvre (didn't go in). This was over a few days, not one frantic afternoon. Here's why I skipped all those must see sights: I don't like the idea of waiting in line to spend money to wait in line and be crowded by other tourists, who seem to only be interested in capturing a selfie. No thank you.
I left Amsterdam for Brussels on the 19, and when I arrived I was... less than impressed. The area I was in was close to the main strip but not right on it, so I didn't immediately see the Brussels magic. I've been dealing with some issues with my bank since last Saturday so I've been cash poor almost a week now. Shouldn't be a problem, but a lot of places in Brussels only take cash, seemingly.
Ireland was fun. It enticed me to read more - James Joyce and Oscar Wilde specifically. I've tried Joyce before, when I was younger and more naïve. Bought the original print of Ulysses, which in retrospect was a ridiculous notion. I've been on page 88 for about... 5 years now? Give or take.