I’m sick of tourists. They come by the thousands in great flocks. They’re everywhere, walking slowly, getting in the way. They crap on everything making it impossible find a clean seat. No, wait. Those are the pidgeons. It’s hard to tell them apart when you’re walking through San Marco square as they are equally many of each. I think the humans are the brightly colored ones…
Ahh, Venice - the city that continues to throw me for a loop. After spending 23 hours on aiplanes, then 8 hours on a train, I walked out of the train station expecting to see gondolas, accordions, and the sounds of opera. Instead, the first thing I see was a bunch of native Americans in full feathered headdress regailia pounding drums and singing the ancient songs of the American plains tribes. I kid you not. If I hadn’t been exhausted, lugging about 40lbs in a backpack, and outfitted with two other bags, I would’ve dug out my camera, but I was - so you’ll just have to take my word for it.
I got to drive on the Autobahn for the first time yesterday! Sleek german autos streaking across the countryside in close formation. Unfortunately, I was at the helm of a Renault station wagon with 2.5 gerbils under the hood (Jacques-Claude, Yvette-Marie, and Pepe), so the experience wasn’t quite the adrenaline rush I had hoped for.
Continue reading "When you hear that sound, don’t be so alarmed"
|
|