September 2009
16 posts
WatchAuguste Rodin’s The Gates of Hell (or “La Porte de l’Enfer”)
Napoleon ain't so small?
Today we I was informed that little Napoleon Bonaparte wasn’t so little. I thought the guy was like 5’2… but apparently it was just French measurements that weren’t converted to the British inch! So much for the Napoleon complex, I thought I could tell people he was my ancestor.
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Songs on Trains
Here’s a playlist I made/listened to from Germany to Spain. Some remind me of home, others remind me of how pretty the view is on the train. Madi, you are ‘pins and needles’ Sam, you are ‘gimme sympathy’. Seattle is “Shadowlands’ and friends are a few songs in between. Since I have time, I’m posting it :0)
To Sheila - Smashing Pumpkins
Shadowlands...
Barcelona, when do you sleep?
I was going to write a really good story about Barcelona, but I haven’t had much time to think that all out, SO this is basically just a stream of thought for everyone back home.
Barcelona is an amazing city with an insane nightlife, beautiful architecture, and some crazy characters. The Spanish know how to party, we tourists struggle to keep up. Our first night in the city I was informed...
Addendum to the last post
Dominic here, just an addendum to the previous post, I can’t say the same for the girls though. Each country blows away America with the women here. So far Germany wins with those damn Dirndls.
Anyhow, we’re here in Barcelona now after 24 hours of train riding, which was due to our audible call of visiting the Audi HQ instead of another castle. Which was a great day. I’ll post...
Quick update from Barcelona
The trip has been fast so far with LOTS of travel and trains. Anyways, I thought I would quickly share my love for the AMERICAN boys. Seriously unimpressed with the lack of cute and/or stylish dude babes. So here´s a toast for all of my babes back home. You deserve some appreciation!
Note: I have only been to 2 cities so far…this statement is subject to possibly change.
Ciao!
Cara
From Germany
Hallo everyone!
Let’s see…where to begin?!
Day 1: Our first day of Oktoberfest was crazier than either of us imagined. We arrived in the afternoon and were a little surprised that no one was crazy or drunk. I figured 4pm really meant party like it’s 4am, but we were informed by Lucie (the girl who sold me the Robin Hood hat) that the games began after 5pm. We continued to drink...
WatchCara and I met some Austrian buddies and they let us join their front row table. Lots of singing songs in German and dancing on tables.
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Preach it.