Europe Diary

7/17/19

Paris:

Land

Customs all passports side

Baggage claim

Shuttle to train if terminal 1

Terminal 2 - 3

Train tickets on level 2 (blue machines)

Train RER B to Gare Du Nord

Idk what train I got on but it’s going the right way

Metro will you get you one ride for 2 euros.

You don’t usually need more than 2 metros if that. Google maps tells you directly which metro to take and bus to get one. Buses work the same as metros. Metros are kinda hidden

Paris feels like a giant Disneyland. All the architecture is beautiful. Makes me question why someone would do that. Like why engage in making the city so beautiful. Then why would you leave? Why is art so important and what are you really trying to do here?

I got on the bus going the wrong way. I’m not sure if my ticket worked either. I just got back on after the stop terminated. Learning is fun.

Trains tickets are different than the metro. They’re both small and white but not the same.

I didn’t realize how big Paris was. Or how often i would be taking the train or metro.

I guess woke ones cafes only serve drinks. Like people sit down to smoke and talk basically. Also credit card needed the bill to be at least 12 Euros. I was trying to get her to just charge me 12 euros but she didn’t understand. So luckily I had cash. Shrug shoulders emoji,

Jaden manifested the vibe

Paris not that wild.

You get on a plane. You get on a train. You’re at your hostel. Then you walk around and get lost a little. Order off the menu by saying bonjure, oui, merci. Then gucci. You wild for thinking it wild. LA wild but not to go to.

This isn’t some life changing event. It’s just a discovery of gratitude. Going to see everything you came from. Makes you question why we left. Like this place is nice. Why risk everything to go to some unknown land. You could have just gone to France no?

It’s weird to imagine traveling maybe 50 years ago. When traveling was likely uncommon and I am sure it was mainly Americans. Americans going up to these cafes not capitalizing of tourism. Just there. A foreign land where they are foreign to you. You’ve never even heard of croissant. But you go back trying to explain it to your friends. The people, the language, the culture.

I’m not sure what the French do. What their main source of income is. They really do define fashion. Nothing but beautiful young women everywhere. Dressed unlike Americans where we buy capitalist trends. Just pure fashion. Not hipster, because it all looks expensive and clean. The men all lightly freshened in tight suits. Clean looks and the most class with confidence I’ve ever seen. Every man. Waiting for the hour for when they get done with what they’re doing to smoke and drink at the cafe over a conversation to catch on the gossip and talk women. I’m guessing there, but it’s a fun guess.

Going to louvre. Looking forward to it. I plan on doing a tour later, but I also want to party in my hostel. I’ve been running around so much I haven’t really met anyone. Just talked to a few strangers taking photos and such. I’m gonna be in my head a lot this trip. I don’t mind. I didn’t do this trip for someone else. I just wanted to do it. I wanted to see this side of the world. The art. The change. The beauty. I’m here. It’s happening.

The fear you might curl up and die. I have this fear that I will have an anxiety attack and curl into a ball of despair. Hopeless and weak. As if I will get lost and have no one to help me. I am out here alone. 10,000 miles away across an ocean. Idk why I don’t have this fear in America. We speak the same language including body language. I imagine a worse place. But I also have faith. Faith I’ll make it to Rome. That God will take me to where I need to be. That I will happen to get on the right train. Yolo.

I feel as if I’m done traveling after this. Every city is the same with just little tweaks here and there. Don’t get me wrong, those tweaks are brilliant. But I guess where I defer is I know that tweaks will be made in general. In a general way I know what to expect. Of course, looking at a map of the world so many places I want to go. Egypt to the pyramids. But after seeing Egypt artifacts in the louvre you realize how amazing it is and how quickly you take that for granted. Like the idea and hype is better than it is. Don’t get me wrong it’s amazing, but it’s also real. It’s no longer dreamy.

I mean why travel. Don’t be jealous of my lifestyle. What beats watching your kid grow up? Celebrate success and hard work in their life. What is greater? Your own goals and ambitions possibly. But not a pyramid. I envy you. Don’t envy me. God just put us on different paths. I’m trying to make the most of mine as are you.

Traveling alone is not that big of deal. It’s honestly just mainly lonely. There’s a lot of pros and cons. You know them. I love getting to do whatever I want in the moment. Whether it’s sit down or go eat. Rest/ wake up. It’s all very nice. But I have no one to enjoy the greatest things with. I say “isn’t that beautiful” to myself. I wish someone else was there to soak it in with. But then again I’m in Paris. Where love truly seems to be everywhere. As if every French person has a connection.

I loved being up early this morning watching the city come alive. As people opened up shop and the bakeries just finished their first bake. Neighbors saying bonjure as they pass by each other on their way to work. They actually have community here. What does that mean?

I was asked by a foreign girl on a plane to lax why didn’t like LA. She had plans to move their and brought a ton of luggage. I explained to her the reason as it manifested itself. You see people are built on community. We need each other. The community we have determines our happiness (fun level actually, I don’t like the word happiness). I’m sure there was a time when you had a great group of friends where you had so much to do together. You would see them all the time and do everything positive together. Whether it was party or community service. This is what we need as humans and it’s been biologically proven in rats. In LA there is no community. You avoid all eye contact. You do not say bonjure to the person you walk by. You do not know them. There is all the people in the world, but no community. Can you make a community there? Yes. But it’s not something you walk into. Every French person here is contact greeted with bonjure and seems to be welcomed as a friend. The language itself is the in to a community so large it’s unbearable. From the diner to running across the street. They are welcoming to each other. I’m sure the city is beautiful as a resident, except for all the tourists. This is why I understand how they can be rude to foreigners. Because we don’t speak the language. They like it their way. They have to put up with speaking a different language and our different etiquette. All this to get paid the same as serving a French person (we don’t tip in Paris).

Despite that I’ve had nothing but positive experiences from the French. They seem to be rather kind people who have to put up with a lot of tourists asking dumb questions all the time. I do love their cafe idea tho. Just sitting a small table close to people. Chatting and enjoying away. Food that is served quickly and is delicious gourmet at Applebee’s price. They do that right and I’m not sure why no one has been able to do it in America. Probably too many order changes. Idk. But I love it. Also nowhere in the city to walk to, eat and just enjoy.

They have a word for it? For sure

7/20/19

London:

Next U.K. trip.

London

Chelsea game

Scotland

Ireland

Liverpool

More tea

See a play

Disney Paris

It’s funny I’m such a rule follower. Because when it comes to common sense I don’t always see it. If the rule is in place then I follow. For example I was sitting in the seat I was assigned next to a family because it was assigned. I could have tried other seats. Not always true. But my point is that if there is no rules I always question why do something. There’s no rule to get an A in class, hence I question it. I question because we naturally do. I don’t question the rules in place. Why? The rules in place are in place. Broken? There are physical consequences that are waiting to be manifested. I have faith that there’s a reason they are there. I trust the power in place. Is this the right thing to do? It’s better to be questioned, but the potential consequences should always be laid out. For example, cutting in line? You go back to the line. Cheating on a test? You get an F. Stealing from Walmart? You get arrested, lose your job & have a criminal record.

But why do I question the rules that aren’t in place? Because we just choose to naturally do them. To me, that is so bloody (I’m underwater almost in London) interesting. Like why are we doing this thing!? We are just doing it!? Nobody told us to do it. Here we are just doing this thing because? Well, cultural, society, tradition or something else has now placed their hand to manifest into what is happing in our reality. AND WE ARE CHOOSING TO DO IT. I mean maybe we are not thing about what we’re doing. That’s fine. But like isn’t that so fun to question what we are doing? What if there’s a better way? What if what we’re doing is stupid? Ahg. Why does it matter what we’re doing? Should we be doing it? Okay. See. This is son fun for me. What’s the purpose in the act. Do we like this purpose? Should we continue to do it? Or change it all together. I guess you could say the same for rules in place. And people do. Rules in place are just much more harder to change once in place. It can even be deadly. But those things we do that aren’t determined by rules. Those can sometimes easily be warped with ideas and new tradition. Oh the enjoyment in power and thought. Playground of ideas to play and warp. The freedom in free thought. I love it. Let’s play.

I love you so much I don’t want to be with you. I don’t want to be the one who breaks your happiness. I don’t want to bring you into my real life. My real life where I find waking up every morning as the struggle. Not every morning. But consistently go through seasons of mental depression and I don’t want to have you to go through that with me. I don’t want to not be happy for no reason while you’re expressing pure joy. I don’t want to pull back on your life. The emotional side. I would rather not have you than have to experience what it would be like for me to make you cry. For this side I can always see your joy. I can always see your happiness. From this side I can always bring you happiness and pleasure. Maybe it is ignorant. Maybe it is not real. But I don’t want to bare the responsibility of the inevitable disappointment I’ll bring you. This is the wrong answer. I know it. You the reader know it. But, it’s the path that has been manifested in the reality I feel. I will live with it. I’m okay. There’s more mistakes to be made.

Intellectual blindness, same sex bathrooms, and nobody has the answer. Also abortion.

I actually like traveling alone more😂 I just got done hanging out with my best friend Abbie Timms in London. We had about a day and half together. We mainly walked around the city together and went to different pubs and clubs. I had my new favorite drink, Pimms. But she kinda got into a mood at one point. It wasn’t ridiculous and completely fair not to be happy at one point. But for me who was so happy to be there, it’s not as fun when someone isn’t on the same level as you. Or you can’t do exactly what you want to do. She did lead me to some of my favorite places that I would have never have known to go to. There’s so many pros and cons. I think preferably you just find the perfect travel buddy. Someone who wants to do the same stuff as you. I think with that being said, I’m happy I did do this trip alone. I imagine going with any of my other best friends and either doing things I could care less about when you have a limited time or having to slow down for different reasons. I think traveling with friends would be fun if you go somewhere with no plans. Cancun worked because we just showed up to have fun. We did not have to go somewhere or do something. We all just signed up for the same stuff and had the best time. Okay. About to board my next train to amsterdam. Decided a couple days ago I want to go to Madrid from Brussels. Lots more flying but it’s what I want to do. Why not do it?

7/22/19

Amsterdam:

Magoosh.com “stuff”

Eurostar WiFi is trash, but probably my favorite way to travel ever. Go to major city to major city center. Easy tsa check in and smooth ride. Also fast travel. I wish we had these in America. Or a metro in LA. It would provide much faster travel.

Lol I landed in France first. I didn’t know this wasn’t direct. I’ll actually be going through Brussels. So maybe I skip it? Say Ive been there? Maybe I go from Madrid to barcelona

What to wear. Jeans.

My phone is my lifeline

Phone passport credit card

It feels like God died a long time ago in Europe. The freedom of expression seems to be only held back by unconditional old traditions. Everything here seems to be free. Drugs and sex at least. At least keeps the street clean and don’t hurt anyone. Building morals and values after that idea. An economy off of those as well.

Nothing compares in person. Photos to real life. No photos give a fee for it

Same people who go to Vegas to have fun come here to have fun.

You won’t make the yellow light biking

Flâneur and enjoying the kingdom you once built. You built a city so great and beautiful that there’s nothing to do but be. Working is not working. It’s a part of the art. The way to keep thing me going. You serve them they serve you later. Everything keeps going. Going nowhere. That’s why they don’t talk about money. That’s what the left wants. But only the tourist keep them alive ?

I got asked by DJ Khalid to come here in a car. He thought I was selling drugs. I was on my phone. I just kept walking. They kept calling me and started towards me. That’s when I realized I should have walked the opposite way of the car. After a few more hollers and me not responding as I turn into a circle they say you bitch mother fucker and drive off. Not gonna lie I kinda look like a drug dude on my phone right now.

Traveling is hard. Traveling alone is hard. I’m really over Amsterdam. It’s kinda a sketch city. I really miss America and the thought of always feeling safe. You’re never safe. But the sense of feeling is nice. And I think you are possibly safer. My hostel was loud last night. A lot of cute girls. But I feel weird sharing a room with them and then trying to make friends. Hopefully I’m getting on the right train right now. This whole trip will be interesting. I miss Paris if I’m being honest. But I’d rather be home than go back. I have one week down. I’m gonna make it on this trip. Not give in. I have to. You have two choices in life, shrivel to death or live on. I choose to live on. I choose to make it through this and see it to the end. I’d rather die by nature than my own self collapse. One is more heroic. One is more powerful. One is respectable. The other? Weak. Why? Because. Well. I want to say anyone can lay in bed and shrivel into nothing. But Shakespeare fortold that isn’t true. To be or not to be. Are you coward for killing yourself or not being able to? It’s like the choice here is obvious. You carry on. As if you have no choice. But to say what that is driving us is to say what is love. It’s there. It’s a feeling you can’t control. It just is.

I’m doing it. Here I am. I will live on. What can stop me when I have God. I have faith. Others have been through worse. You can pursue. He is great. You have him.

I made it on the train. I really want to be in Madrid. The wife on this train sucksss. Eventually it’s just you. Eventually you are alone. I need to find purpose in my work. I need to find a career where I am doing something I’m passionate about. Why do I fail. What am I passionate about? Life box is probably my biggest thing. I think I just want to be a dad who provides for his family.

7/23/19

Brussels:

Get to hostel

Check into hostel

Check into flight

Leave hostel around 11:00A

Check in by 1:40P

Departure 2:20P

Madrid Arrival 4:40P

Figure out way to hostel

Way Hostel Madrid July 23-25

Book Venice

Getting to hostel is like getting to your safe house. Once you are there you have a home. Brussels is like a ghetto LA. It feels the most like I was in Iran. All the locals feel kinda ale chA stuff is happening but it all seems risky husijesS

Were there people shitting on it when the Sistine chapel was built. Brussels. I surpassingly love it so far. It feels like LA in a different dimension. The streets are pretty ghetto but I feel safe with all the tour guides and police. I found this place and am having maybe the best beer I’ve ever had. Idk why it’s so good. But as they’re are so many tourists in awe of the beautiful buildings that were once here. I’m the 16th century where it feels as if Brussels or Belgium was going through quite the revelation. With its gothic architecture that is more beautiful that I thought. I imagine it was seeing the darker side of the gospel. The pain and suffering. It’s more beautiful that I ever thought honestly. All the old buildings. But as we’re in awe the people in here are all pronouncing around like scum. Like they do not care about this remarkable building. They might as well poop outside of it and find a dollar or laughter however it best suits them. It makes me feel doubt in us humans. Don’t you care. Don’t you want to be great. Don’t you have respect. But my real question is it just our generation? Or was this happening when it was being built as well? Did the community let some care less? As I eat my dinner and write this o see one of the employees hold a homeless man some change. He looks very grateful like he comes everyday. The work could care less. As if he gave him some change just to keep him from the store as he waves him off. The workers her care about what they’re doing. As if they actually want their service. Maybe they’re a needle in a hay sack. Some of the few people in this city who are trying to make something for themselves. Care about the tradition and take the opportunity tourists give them. The only menu is on the wall. You have to walk over to view it. It’s in French too. So it took me minute to pick up what I was reading. I recognized some words from Spanish. I’m assuming it’s French because that’s how I was welcomed in here, bonjure. And most visiting are speaking it.

Eating Belgian chocolates as the sun goes over the city. It’s all just marketed toward you now.

I’m in the bus on the way to the airport. It’s very hot and stuff in here. On top of that I ate something bad yesterday and had stomach pains throughout the night. I wasn’t sure if I was going to throw up. I didn’t want to go in the bathroom and puke with 4 mates in the room. I felt a lot better this morning, but still pretty dehydrated. I bought a ton of Belgium chocolate, but I left it all in the hostel. I don’t have room for it and its likely to melt lol. I used my de sanitizing thing for my water this morning.

Brussels seems like there’s some kind of economy coming here. The people speak English and are all very nice so far. I imagine they have some reason for that. I’m assuming they have a capitalist society that is going pretty well, but are held back by the EU.

7/25/19

Madrid

I literally just want to get to my hostel and curl into a ball in the dark. I’m in full recovery mode. I feel good enough to get there, but that’s about it. You have no idea how good an Uber drive sounds right now. But I don’t want to spend the money. I don’t mind public transportation once I’m in. It’s just always overwhelming trying to make sure you’re getting on the right one. Also, when you buy your ticket in the machines you have to hold your card in. I haven’t swiped once. Also everyone here uses the tap credit card thing and I like it a lot.

I was ready to come home after one week. Like Paris and London i was good. Saw so much and was pretty tired. It was easy to go to Amsterdam and spend some time there so I could have managed that. But the thought I still have over week is wild. It’s literally so much traveling. I think this would be too much in a group. I can barely handle my own wants let alone other people. So grateful for that but also alone. I think 5 day trip would be great. Like one city or place would be fine too. With a lot of do nothing days.

Madrid I like because you can feel soo around at night. I feel very safe here. Talking to the locals, the only thing you need to be weary if is someone stealing your bag or pick pocketers. Which is like fair almost? I can deal with that. I do feel like I’ve seen everything in a day in a half. Probably should have done a tour so I knew what I was looking at. I think I’d live here over London. Chiller vibe and cheaper beer. Actually it’s a close call, but since it’s so much cheaper here probably here. Also learning Spanish would be cool. Less people speak English here but I’m most knowledgeable in Spanish so it almost counterbalances.

The dude from Oklahoma said they’re communist here. The girl I talked to from here says she makes good money for Spain. About 18000 a year. About half as what I make. But also maybe not as bad as I would think? But she knows 4 languages and has her masters so??

The city pretty small honestly. I’m right in the center, sol. Must be what the beer is named after?

Running late to my bus. Well just on time, but barely. Hopefully they don’t leave exactly at 11. I’m taking to Bilbao the homeland. i really want to get there and to this hike. I think I can plan the rest of my trip from here. I feel good about flying to Florence. Seeing a beautiful city and then making my way to my final stop in Rome. Maybe seeing a part of Tuscany. There’s so much to do in Europe. Seems like young Europeans take advantage of this lifestyle and go all over. It’s pretty easy for them and there’s so much to see. We don’t have public transportation like they do here. It’s much harder to get around somewhere in America. I wish I could remember my thoughts from last night. I had some good ones. But it also kept me up for most of the night. Here we go. Almost at the final tram stop.

I ran through the bus station for like 5 minutes looking for my dang bus gate. It left on the fifth minute mark when I walked in. God is with me. Have faith. Have belief.

Life will never choose you. You have to choose the life.

You’ll never reach your potential, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pursue it.

So far I like the bus. You get to see more. It has good AC. This one has bathroom. It’s a little bit faster than the train and I feel like it was faster to get on.

7/28/19

Bilbao:

Rick Steve’s audio Europe

Basque flag and postcard

Leave note on bag saying. “I left for a hike. You said I might have to switch rooms. Please hold onto my bag until I get back. Thank you.

From

Derek Vergara

Change hostel dates from today to the 27th (25-27). If not then Idk about my bag? Maybe cancel?

Fly to Rome the 27th. Flight 11:45: 14:00.

Book hostel for one night. Checkout Naples?

Nobody ever checked my bus ticket.

Where the hell am I lol. The mother Land

I really hope the dude at the reception desk speaks English. If not lol. I have Fath in God.

Cod in pipi sauce is amazing. Basically drowned in butter and garlic sauce

Alone in Bilbao. Two couples are here spending time as tourists together. This place is not very touristy though. It’s just very romantic of them. While I’m on my phone scrolling and scheming the next plans. They’re with each other having a conversation in a forgein place. Feeling at home and in peace and alone with each other. I am so jealous but not with envy. I am happy with what I am doing. I’m so ready to go home, but also here I am. Trying to make each moment work. I wish I could not worry about what’s next, but I’m in a constant of trying to figure that out. I would say this is a vacation but I would say this is an adventure. Only God knew where I would go next. Months of planning just to change all plans in the heat of the moment.

I can’t believe I’m in my homeland. Like in a way where my culture started. Like I just had flan here. I’m assuming they had it before Spain? Maybe not. They had their own culture and it made it all the way to America some how through France and Spain.

I’ve only had to use my translator here. If only I knew Spanish. Porque

Looks like a city setup for tourists but there is no tourists. Legit seems so sleepy. I love it. Okay there’s some tourists but it’s not wild. Like nobody is speaking English. There’s a few a seems like mainly Spanish tourists l.

The left, you are just alive. You just live. There is nothing more and there is no progress there just is to be.

Right, there is more to life. You have something to become, potential. There is progress to be made and more to had.

The equilibrium. There is progress in the physical world to put more food on the table for more people, but enjoy the food on the table.

Met some friends on the bus. Bella from Sweden and sudeepti from New York. We hiked San Juan de hagshajajajla idk. Probably the coolest hike trail thing I’ve done. A mix of Basque culture, hiking and game of thrones all in one! That taught me a trick to go to social hour at your hostel or find one that has breakfast. Best place to meet people.

Amalfi coast for Italy’s.

I neee to come back for San Sebastián

They have tapas here called pinxta and their own whit wine tixta or something. The tapas you just take. You don’t wait to be served. And then at the end you tell them how many you had.

Lots of cops here

La cueta por favor means you want the bill

Take your bag everywhere including the bathroom

Bilbao has history unlike South America. At least history that runes almost as deep as it gets. I guess they use to have a terrosist Bilbao group as wells

My favorite words. Pincho y txoli

Almost missed the bus again. It was not in the spot my gps said it would be. Luckily I saw someone else running to it. Thanks to God again:

Modern art.

We don’t have meaning so we have to make it

Rock lifting competition

The day of the goose

Goose pulling

5th September 1666

All my flights have been smooth. Just bring carry on only. When flying around Europe I like to do it from smaller airports. Like Brussels and Bilbao were less busy and 3 euros to get there. Madrid and Paris were crazier further from the airport and busier. Obvi I’m gonna do what’s cheapest, but point taken.

Directions won’t make sense until you get there. Or it happens in time

Running into English

Basque Country

Old stuff, tradition, culture, food, not expensive, beautiful, beaches, history

7/31/19

Sorrento:

Telaviv isreal

Davi da ice cream gelato

Lemon chow?

Capri half hour

Postitano

Pompeii?

I decided to go to the Amalfi Coast after Bella from Sweden Bella told me. I think it will be amazing.

Never do the expensive tours.

I recommend traveling the states before Europe. Gets you use to the metro, trains and flying. I know what to expect at each place because of my experiences. Every place is a little bit different but you can experience that in the states. This time it’s in a different language and nobody speaks English. So you have to know what they’re asking by past experiences. Look for signs with pictures and colors. You’ll figure out their words for exit. I don’t think I can ever get lost again after navigating all of this. I am a less nervous now about flying to Rome after maybe doing this for a bit of time. I’ve realized that if you can get somewhere you can get out of somewhere. As long as you still have money and somebody did drop you off in some random car. I also figured worst case I sleep outside for a day until the bus comes the next day? Lol.

Okay the plane I’m on has the worst turbulence I’ve ever experienced. Like I’m getting hella g force going on. It’s not even storming. I think they just warned it’s gonna get worse? It was in Spanish Idk. This flight was a lot calmer on board though. Brussels to Madrid had so many kids and the dude behind me tapped his foot the whole flight. Like I understand if this is something you need to do, but get a stress ball or something because you’re disturbing others. Okay the landing was pretty solid and made up for the earlier g force. I’m starving. Where’s the Italian food. But first, hostel? I ate a cinnamon roll this morning lol. So good.

I was going to go to Milan because I was scared.

Flying direct flights is life

When

I’m so over Italy lol. Basque Country was the greatest. Maybe this coast spot will be cool, I just want food and my hostel. This looks like the poorest country ever. Not true but everything looks like it’s dying and has people who look as bad.

Getting to Sorento was strange. From Rome I took a train to Naples. From Naples you have to go down the stairs and got the far end. Buy a ticket from the booth at the station. 4 euros will get me Sorento. I’m suppose to stop before that, but idk if that is happening. When you walk through there will be a tv that says sorrento pompeii.

Complacency brings a slow death. You will eat off the fat of your past selves until you you collapsed

Traveling has reinforced that my favorite holiday is Independence Day.

I have this theory theory that you’re so use to always dying that your mind will make things up.

It was more expensive than I thought to go to Capri. And I will have way less time than I thought. Only about 4 hours total. So wherever I go I’m going to have to be able to get back. I suggest waking up super early and spending the whole day there. Buy an earlier ticket in and out. The boy I’m on is bigger but still kinda sick 😷 making. A smaller boat would probably be rough. I’ll probably find out on the way back. I would not take my kids on this. The best croissant I’ve had has been at my hostel. Poor kids are crying. I would have too lol

If you thought I came here to find myself you haven’t read my bio. Yes I’m solo backpacking. The only thing I found out shout myself is what I already knew abt thats you’re stronger thank you think and I can’t go unless God is there.

This website is helpful https://www.positano.com/en/bus-schedule

You buy bus tickets from the train station little market tobacco store. She was nice and spoke good English. The bus is just down the steps. 4 euros to go there and back sorrento to Positano. Get there early because seats fill up.

Path of the the gods

Bomehona

Bus

Bomehano

Hike

Bohemia

The left assumes people are inherently good. The right assumes people are inherently evil.

The path of gods took all day. It was worth it. I made two friends. They’re nice. I like them. I want to be a sphegetti. Honestly I’ve stopped thinking about adventure. This has just become normal now. 3 weeks of travel and it just feels like my life. Deciding what you’re going to be doing the day of. Like I’m not sure what I’ll do tomorrow. Or what I want to do. I think I don’t care about Pompeii. I can live without it. I just think I want a couple more fun nights. The discovery portion is over. Every place is the same but different. Maybe a little more beautiful. I believed Christ was my savior? But I don’t think I ever lived for him until my baptism:

Platform numbers are on the top screen at the train station. You can check to see where your train is. Validate your card at the platform number. The system was down for me and the self service machine no longer took credit card. I figured that out on my own and paid with Euro. Another good reason to always vary euro.

8/6/19

Rome:

I was going to Milan because I was scared and I wasn’t doing what I wanted. Do what you want as long as it doesn’t hurt others or with as little suffering as possible.

When you land in Rome. Walk towards the train. Don’t bother waiting at the first train ticket selling booth you see. Head towards the station down and up the escalators. When you get their there’s plenty of booths to pay. You’ll see the trains directly when you enter if you look around. You don’t have to walk anywhere further. But your ticket to Roma termina (most likely) its 14 euros. There’s one other train place. There was a a train for 7 euro to the same place but it was not the right ticket. Walk through the gate and scan your ticket. At this point look at your train. Mine was in the middle. THEN you have to validate your ticket on the little scan box thing before you get on the train. There’s a few right in front of it. Validate it by PUTTING IT IN VERTICAL. The directions are misleading. But do it hotdog style on the side of where your scan bar is to the far left of the machine slot. Okay there you go. It was kinda easy but also more confusing than it should be.

Bus is 1

A great thing mission in life is to build up your community. Move and join to a community that you can positively impact in a multiplicity of ways. Build something beautiful and valuable. It might not be your hometown. The generations to come will reap from your fruit. Build the culture and tradition.

If you want to blend in as a European smoke a cigarette. But you’re not European unless you can’t afford one and roll your own. You’re Canadian if you bum off and ask someone for one.

Umbrellas lk smart ap

Don’t fucking talk. To anyone. Do you speak English? Hey man nice haircut. Hands out rose.

Art

Thought

Justice

Life

Sistine chapel much brighter and cartoony than I thought.

It’s interesting to hear Europeans say their economy tanked because of America 2008 crash. Something that fell based off a lack of morals and values. And we act like upholding integrity doesn’t matter or effect other individuals,

19 days

7 countries

France

London

Netherlands

Belgium

Spain

Italy

Vatican City

10 cities

3 days Paris

2 days London

2 days Amsterdam

1 day Brussels

2 days Madrid

2 days Bilbao

3 days Sorrento

1 day Vatican City

3 days Rome

Francesca is still my favorite thing about Italy.

The sun sets in every city

There’s not a place in the world where the sun doesn’t set

So many selfie girls