What? Sorry. That was amazing. as soon as parts of my brain unscrambles itself and resumes normal function I may write something more about it, but presently it is too busy stewing in endorphins.
Planning vacation trips to europe is like, I might as well throw darts at the map. I can't for the life of me pick a second city to go to. Rome is non-negotiable. I was thinking somewhere in Germany. I. Can't. Decide. Want. Everything. Stupid America, and well, geography.