Day Forty-Three. Wow.

Friday, 9:37PM. Berlin, Germany.

I had to flee Amsterdam. It was too unproductive....

Gorgeous though. I could sit in the streets and drink the amazing coffee all day just looking at the buildings and the canals. And I essentially cried over Van Goghs actual palette, clawing at the glass encasing it. 

Plus, every other shop sells some sort of delicious food. Obviously. My personal favorite was the pizza dog. It's a foot long hot dog in a baguette topped with various pizza toppings. I'd tell you how many of those I went through... but it's too shameful.

As you can see, I had no other choice but to run away.

Currently in Berlin. Which has been a blast. I haven't gotten to too many tourists spots yet. Went out to the clubs with a bunch of Aussies and a couple Swedes. The Aussies were fun and silly like they usually are. The gals from Sweden.... were nice. Nice trash bags. They did win a few points when they told me that they thought I was a really cool chick and felt the need to impress me.

They did not.

I became fairly close with the people in my room. Squad 105. Me and this girl, Vandana (pronounced like bandana but with a Vengeance), are going to Prague together on Monday.

I was told by my sestra that I need to make my posts longer and more detailed. But you and I don't have the attention span for that.

Auf Wiedersehen!