If I had been packed and ready to go, catching an 8pm train after my shift ended at 7pm would have worked perfectly.
Unfortunately I had picked the night before to go on one of my very very rare clubbing nights. *Sigh* (It was a great night, if you’re wondering). As it stood I got home and packed and ate and was out of the house in half an hour, biking down to Haymarket to catch my train to Lancaster. Continue reading
So we woke up on Monday at 4am to grab our taxi to the airport. I’d been feeling better but that morning I was very sick, though thankfully I was able to not yak in the very very posh taxi. Anyway, we got to the airport and caught our plane no problem (it departed around 6am). They did the flight safety speech and all the announcements in French, I guess Dutch, and English. I later found out that everyone in the Brussels area speaks primarily French, which was great because I can speak that too 🙂
We arrived in Brussels airport and stumbled bleary-eyed into the train station to get to the city centre. We were feeling pretty rough. But, once we got there and wandered into the streets, we got a tad distracted. Continue reading
Jeremy and I woke up in Munich and rushed off to get ourselves sorted at the central station for what we thought was going to be a direct train to Prague, Czech Republic. We got there very very early, but were therefore able to relax over breakfast and watch two guys down several pints before 8am and try to flirt with a girl who was obviously having none of their shit as she grabbed a coffee on a way to catch her commuter train to work… hah, gotta love a trier I suppose.
Our train was waiting around for its departure time so after finishing our amazing cream-filling croissants (you’re welcome, Jer, for picking such delicious croissants when you expressly told me not to pick them 😉 ) we hopped on. Continue reading
Jeremy is back and we got on a plane to Munich.
in the airport!!
the train from the airport to munich city centre is EXACTLY LIKE THE O-TRAIN
After some delays we arrived at München Hauptbahnhof (Munich Central Station) quite late at night. Thankfully our hostel was quite close by because the area wasn’t the nicest after midnight. Continue reading
See, I would say that it’s really tacky of tourists to wear head-to-toe green on Paddy’s Day weekend, but to be fair, Dublin itself is head-to-toe green. Heather and I got off the plane into a green airport, illuminated like the majority of the city with green lights. Continue reading
Right, so somehow I got the idea into my head that camping in January in Shetland was a great idea.
…it probably wasn’t, but that didn’t stop us from having a blast.
My boyfriend of two years, Jeremy, flew over from Canada to visit me for a few weeks, and the Sunday after he got here we packed up all the rented camping gear we had and took a train to Aberdeen where we caught the ferry to Lerwick, Shetland. Continue reading
So after my previous update was posted, I ordered a gin and tonic with… get this… cinnamon, star anise, and apple. It tasted like a white Christmas. Then, a Canadian professor introduced himself to me because he’d heard me speaking English by asking; “are you American?”
…seriously dude? Continue reading
So today I went to the spectacular Van Gogh Museum, which just so happens to be less than a block away from my hostel.
I spent hours there, holding back tears. It’s absolutely incredible to stand in front of these pieces, to see as he saw, and to know the torment that he was going through especially in his later years. Van Gogh just never gets old. Continue reading
So, I’ve done it: I’ve done something crazy.
I’ve hopped on a plane to an unknown city with an unknown language and a known reputation for drugs and prostitution. Alone.
#yolo. Continue reading