A Breif Tale of Europe

I spent the previous two months in Europe. I started in Spain and didn’t originally have any interest in going to there, but I’m glad I did. The country was beautiful and plus I would get really excited when I would remember a phrase or two from my two years of high school Spanish, which was twelve and thirteen years ago. Anyway, my temporary excitement quickly led to disappointment when I couldn’t understand their answers. From there I caught a flight to London and arrived at a friend’s house at 3:00 in the morning. It was the best I could do at the time. So I was standing outside her door at three o’clock in the morning, tired and still pissed off about my experiences at Stanstedt Airport. I rang the bell. No answer. Rang again. No answer. Now I was fully prepared to sleep on her front lawn, as I had no where else to go, but I figured I would try and find a phone first. One last try before snuggling up with the roses. Just as I started on my payphone mission my residential benefactor came to the door. She was in her pajamas and began rubbing her eyes. As one would do when guests show up at that hour. Sorry I say. She welcomed me nonetheless. London was great and my generous host was a far more interesting person than I am. But I’m trying. Anyhow we had fun and I miss my time there. After London I went to Amsterdam where I lost complete control of myself. As you do in Amsterdam. But I didn’t do anything I regretted. Next stop was Munich for Oktoberfest. Now that was cool. Large tents with large mugs of delicious beer. Girls in Bavarian dress and somehow drunk people managed to get along. Definitely not an American thing. After Munich I went to Copenhagen, saw a castle, and went to Christianville, an autonomous community (look it up). From Copenhagen, I went to Stockholm. Land of the blondes. I am Swedish so I tried to explain to the girls that I’m just as much a part of the community as they are. They disagreed and looked for someone else to talk too. After Sweden I went to Prague. Prague was excellent and I have a special affinity for post nations of the eastern bloc. They became fraternal soviets, more or less. After Prague I went to Budapest were I missed riots by only a week. I was mad about that, because I’ll protest anything. "Yeah, and Fuck You." I would also point my finger. Then my final stop was Rome. Rome is a must see. Such dramatic history in Rome. And it’s all still there!

This was definitely the fast version of my travels. I loved it all and didn’t want to come back. I wanted to keep going lead my life in an entirely different direction. I think I will plan a trip to Thailand next winter but I do want to go back to Europe, one way or another. I’ll figure it out somehow.

~Rolligun