So, I'm home. I need to sleep for about a year.
Prague is the spot, I dare you all to go.
Don't tour a concentration camp while hungover. I like to wallow in my self-inflicted misery without having to feel bad about it.
Don't stay in the red light district. We did, by the third day I was more shocked by the fact that there is a Dutch version of Take me out than the girls gyrating in the windows. My god, my eyes will never recover.
Do the walking tours. They work wonders for your leg muscles. Steel.
Sleep on the floor. Your back will thank you.
Don't go to Anne Franks house while slightly drunk. Your emotions will not be able to handle it.
Interrail. For longer than ten days if you can. Damn you work.
Most importantly embrace other people who come your way. Travelling is all about the new and everyone you meet will want the same thing as you. A laugh.
I've decided to move to Europe once this college thing is done. Definitely going touring again at least. Do it!
Right now I feel like this.
...Heaven.
Bed time.
P.S. If you're looking I'd like to be found
