So I'm almost done settling down at my new place. I really like it here for many different reasons. It's cool that I have my own room now. This is the first time I have my own room that has a lock and first time away from home with my own room. I came back from Europe about a week ago now and I really didn't think I got too jet lagged. Europe was a lot of fun. Many new experiences and very awesome times. I happened to get sick like two times there. Once was food poisoning in fucking Amsterdam. Of all fucking places, I get sick in Amsterdam, the place that I was most looking forward too. The other was near the end of the end of the trip. I started getting this headache that didn't go away with Excedrin or with sleep. It lasted like 4 days until I came back to the US where a real doctor told me that it was a sinus infection. I went to a hospital in London and the dude told me that all I needed was a new prescription. That was after waiting 3 hours.
The best places were Germany (both Munich and Berlin), Amsterdam, and Pamplona. Germany was awesome since the World Cup was there. Also, we got these freakin free walking tours that told us a lot about the history of Germany. Seeing the remnants of the Berlin Wall, learning about the whole Third Reich. Plus, the Germans were really nice and the food there was great. Meat and beer. And their beer is awesome too. Amsterdam was good because it's almost paradise for potheads. It's pretty much sensory overload there with its whole Red Light District. Finally Pamplona. Running with the Bulls is the most extreme thing that I probably have done. Running for your life so you don't get boned with a freakin bull horn. So when they release the bulls, there's this rocket shot. Once you hear that rocket shot, your ass clenches up because you know, the bulls are coming and you might not be able to outrun them. Plus, there was this huge ass party in the middle of a square. There was this band playing just songs that I guess had to do with either Spain or soccer or something. But everyone was just singing, dancing, and drunk as fuck. I got pretty plastered in Munich and Pamplona. It was hard for me to drink because I was always sick or had remnants of my sickness.
Nice was fucking nice too. We spent a whole day at the beach. So the beaches there don't have a lot of waves so we bought some floating rafts, the ones you would have in your swimming pool and you can just lay there and get a tan. That's what we did out on the beach. France for the most part, is freakin expensive as hell.
Oh and I really don't like France or any of its affiliates: i.e. Canada. France because it's too expensive and we had some tiffs with some Frenchies over there. Then there's Canada who can't fucking do anything right. We had an 8 hour layover in Toronto. Our flight was at 845 PM. They delay us 30 minutes because the pilot isn't there. It was either he was flying another flight and that flight got delayed coming into Toronto. Then after the captain shows up, they delay us more because they now have to change a tire so the plane is jacked to get it fixed. Then they tell us that the plane is no longer operable to take us to San Francisco. They tell us to go to another gate where there's a similar plane that's ready to go. So we walk across the terminal to the new gate. We get there and couple minutes later, they tell us that we have to go back to the original gate because there's a ready plane right next to that gate. All in all we left at like 1130. Goddamm.
I'll be in Berkeley for the rest of the summer. I might go down to LA but I don't know yet.
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