Hannover/Hamburg/Köbenhavn/Malmö/Göteborg
In review:
I spent the past week in Spenge, near Bielefeld, about an hour and a half from Hannover. I am sorry to anyone potentially offended by the fact I did not see Köbenhavn (Mitch Colgan) yet, but I did pass through. I needed to make a connection and really quickly, I was being chased by several drunken Swiss. Spent the night in trains helping lost, partially drunken Swedes get back to their homeland and in Malmö station where I tried to sleep, but was repeatedly woken up by a guard who with a kind Swedish accent told me that I could only sleep sitting up in the station. I fell asleep later on the train from Malmö to Göteborg and woke up leaning on a stranger. He wasn't offended, so all was well.
Last week was amazing. I can't describe it in a post, not like this. But imagine the how a year abroad can seem lifechanging, and then cram that into seven days. My world has been untwisted.
Sigh, sigh, sigh.
So Harry Potter dies in this next book? Damn.
I spent the past week in Spenge, near Bielefeld, about an hour and a half from Hannover. I am sorry to anyone potentially offended by the fact I did not see Köbenhavn (Mitch Colgan) yet, but I did pass through. I needed to make a connection and really quickly, I was being chased by several drunken Swiss. Spent the night in trains helping lost, partially drunken Swedes get back to their homeland and in Malmö station where I tried to sleep, but was repeatedly woken up by a guard who with a kind Swedish accent told me that I could only sleep sitting up in the station. I fell asleep later on the train from Malmö to Göteborg and woke up leaning on a stranger. He wasn't offended, so all was well.
Last week was amazing. I can't describe it in a post, not like this. But imagine the how a year abroad can seem lifechanging, and then cram that into seven days. My world has been untwisted.
Sigh, sigh, sigh.
So Harry Potter dies in this next book? Damn.