4.17.08
I stayed at Bob’s Youth Hostel last night. How could I not. I mean, Bob. Probably ended up getting 12 hours of sleep, which I needed. Amsterdam is ridiculous, pot, prostitutes, canals, more bikes than you can imagine. Strange place. So I woke up this morning and decided to go to Paris and catch the overnight to Madrid. But when I got to Brussels, I was suddenly hit with an overwhelming desire to go to Luxembourg. So I’m on my way, haven’t decided where I’ll sleep or go after that, and I’m kind of sick of it. Planning, I mean. I wanted to see everything, but I just don’t have that much time. Already I have to give up on going to Italy altogether, Croatia is probably next on my list of giving up. I’m just rambling west for now. West in general, I’m currently going south. South to Luxembourg.