
…I spent my first day in Europe. Yes… one year ago today was the start of EuroSix. Actually… I left on the 13th and kicked things off in London the morning of the 14th. That’s also where I spent Valentine’s Day with an Italian fellow by the name of Pier. Remember the guy who called me “Lan Don”?
The book is underway (though I appreciate all the “WHERE’S THE BOOK?!?!” messages and phone calls as of late) though there’s a good reason behind the delay. I love you all. I won’t let you down.
Ugh. You know that feeling when you think back to something you enjoyed so much… only to get that cramp in your stomach just wishing you could do it all over again, not knowing what would happen… the the ups… the downs… getting kicked off a train… meeting new friends on a bus in Italy… seeing the Pope… actually watching a good soccer game… standing for an hour in the rain just to stare at the Eiffel Tower… braving Budapest… riding in my very own sleeper car… waking-up to 8 inches of fresh snow in Austria… freezing my buns off for photos… rejecting hookers… almost getting in a fight over gummy bears… going to the Olympics… feeding bears with a kid who speaks gibberish… sleeping on the ground… and of course, watching Laguna Beach in Italian.
It was worth every minute and every penny. I’m so happy I had all of you to follow along.
I leave you with my “oh my gosh, I can’t believe you actually sat there and made that video” video of my sleeper car to Vienna. It was a long day. I was wet. I’d been lugging my pack around Venice for 8 hours, and I got a room all to myself. I was happy. Here it is. Make fun, if you will.



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