Eurojournal part 1
So this begins the installments of things I wrote to chronicle Europe. Beginning of course with the fact that this journal started so late that I did not include London and Paris for the most part. This journal will be out of order but make sense somewhat, much like my regular banter.
I've seen London and Paris full of debauchery but today in the city of obvious notoriety- Amsterdam- I meet with utter confusion. In a rush we chose the lucky lake hostel. It seemed a bit far, but not so much as it would be a big inconvenience. First the train was delayed an hour an a half from Berlin and then, when it finally arrives it seems quite far (which it was) in another suburb of the city. When we got to the actual room after the amazing weirdness and confusion of the day it turns out to be a romantic getaway. I figure we can make due. Adam doesn't think so and after a night we vamoose to the Lil' Abner--a boat.
On the train ride over met guys from Davie. These guys were big pot heads and shroomers. They offer to show us around the city since they had been here before recently, so perhaps tomorrow won't be so bad. Heck, they didn't even have a place to sleep definitely tonight. Guess research pays off, but the area here is beautiful. It is not what I was expecting at all. One more day in the adventure.
Sitting outside in the starlight in Amsterdam in a hammock. I would have never thought about this scenario. The grass pushes around my toes like crushed roman soldiers defending a helpless city-state. How did I end up here so far from home- trapped by a schedule? It's relaxing; despite being so close to the highway that I could easily be in the road with a couple minutes walk.
The Jewish Museum in Berlin was spectacular. The holocaust doors were awe-inspiring. Entering the room of solemn black with walls that seemed like fingers around the neck. Many exhibits elsewhere, even one on Freud (special exhibit like combing Vegas and Disneyland). I'm upside-down now and should readjust so the pen keeps writing.
Saw checkpoint Charlie, a section of what was the Berlin wall (now a shadow and a sliver of what it used to be, but still impressive). Viewed the in-progress Topography of Terrors - a monument to the old SS training quarters and other excavated horrors. And along with two having sex in a large park, playing on a swing set and wandering around a closed palace (and accompanying gardens) -- where I happened upon a swan and her little ones. Yes there are pictures.
Barcelona we waded our way through the sea of people up and down Las Ramblas man y times. Beheld interesting architecture and street performers who flick you off if you don't tip them. Spent a day exploring Gaudi's work and met two French girls on vacation who shared drink and haphazard conversation in Spanish because I spoke no French and they spoke barely a lick of English. Went on a pub crawl too. Wild to say the least...barely made it home. Got lucky and met some 9 or 10 skaters from Cali and followed them to MACDA - the museum of modern art and learned how Barcelona is the skater's Mecca. Men casually strolled the area selling six packs they had bought down the way, still cold. Ending the night in a club, not unlike Soho but danced retarded anyway and stayed out past the time of proper functioning only to run into the French girls on their way back. So ended the night quiet- drunk and hanging the shore. The four of us eventually found our way home and passed out.
I've seen London and Paris full of debauchery but today in the city of obvious notoriety- Amsterdam- I meet with utter confusion. In a rush we chose the lucky lake hostel. It seemed a bit far, but not so much as it would be a big inconvenience. First the train was delayed an hour an a half from Berlin and then, when it finally arrives it seems quite far (which it was) in another suburb of the city. When we got to the actual room after the amazing weirdness and confusion of the day it turns out to be a romantic getaway. I figure we can make due. Adam doesn't think so and after a night we vamoose to the Lil' Abner--a boat.
On the train ride over met guys from Davie. These guys were big pot heads and shroomers. They offer to show us around the city since they had been here before recently, so perhaps tomorrow won't be so bad. Heck, they didn't even have a place to sleep definitely tonight. Guess research pays off, but the area here is beautiful. It is not what I was expecting at all. One more day in the adventure.
Sitting outside in the starlight in Amsterdam in a hammock. I would have never thought about this scenario. The grass pushes around my toes like crushed roman soldiers defending a helpless city-state. How did I end up here so far from home- trapped by a schedule? It's relaxing; despite being so close to the highway that I could easily be in the road with a couple minutes walk.
The Jewish Museum in Berlin was spectacular. The holocaust doors were awe-inspiring. Entering the room of solemn black with walls that seemed like fingers around the neck. Many exhibits elsewhere, even one on Freud (special exhibit like combing Vegas and Disneyland). I'm upside-down now and should readjust so the pen keeps writing.
Saw checkpoint Charlie, a section of what was the Berlin wall (now a shadow and a sliver of what it used to be, but still impressive). Viewed the in-progress Topography of Terrors - a monument to the old SS training quarters and other excavated horrors. And along with two having sex in a large park, playing on a swing set and wandering around a closed palace (and accompanying gardens) -- where I happened upon a swan and her little ones. Yes there are pictures.
Barcelona we waded our way through the sea of people up and down Las Ramblas man y times. Beheld interesting architecture and street performers who flick you off if you don't tip them. Spent a day exploring Gaudi's work and met two French girls on vacation who shared drink and haphazard conversation in Spanish because I spoke no French and they spoke barely a lick of English. Went on a pub crawl too. Wild to say the least...barely made it home. Got lucky and met some 9 or 10 skaters from Cali and followed them to MACDA - the museum of modern art and learned how Barcelona is the skater's Mecca. Men casually strolled the area selling six packs they had bought down the way, still cold. Ending the night in a club, not unlike Soho but danced retarded anyway and stayed out past the time of proper functioning only to run into the French girls on their way back. So ended the night quiet- drunk and hanging the shore. The four of us eventually found our way home and passed out.