Quitting Trips

I promised myself I wouldn't go more than a few days without writing in this. I promise I was spending the last 16 days conducting serious business. It's fun to rehash the experience in bullets, since it comes out as impressive as impressive with even the most unenthusiastic delivery.

 I went to Amsterdam where I was forced into a dance by a stripper as old as my aunt.

From there I flew into Barcelona and got kicked out of my hostel for drinking and got drunk in the midst of a giant protest I couldn't understand a word of.

Then there was Rome, where I followed a gay pride parade to a Lady Gaga show on the same race track Spartacus raced on a chariot.

Prague was more tepid, I spent the last night in a 5 floor club with 15 people from my hostel getting ignored by a model and talking up her nicer brown haired friend.

I'll return to these cities in the next entries, but I thought an overview would be appropriate. I'm kind of sick of traveling and managed to spend 2000 dollars over the course of the trip when I budgeted to spend 500. I might be going home early and may not give a shit. I spent enough time gone to finally feel satisfied with having a home in Minnesota. At least for now.