I'm the worst. I always say I'll write and I never do... I'm like your second grade pen pal (unless you're me...then your second grade pen pal died in a flood...seriously, can't make this shit up) but I digress...
Well I'm back (or at least trying to be) and better (read: probably worse due to lack of real keyboard and pictures) than ever!
Doesn't that sound super appealing?!?
Let's get this ball rolling: why am I starting this up again? Why no pictures? Where have I been? Where am I? Why do you care?
This whole blog started as a way of making sense of the strange and glorious nature of my life and travels as a student in Switzerland but unfortunately, between actual studenty things taking up most of my time and my hardcore Luddite nature when I travel (one less thing to pull out in the security line, AmIRight?!?) the blog suffered the fate of many of my technological pursuits (try following @KateHasMoxie on twitter I swear it updates...sometimes...) but as of 4 months ago, I found myself in possession of a wifi enabled device, as of 5 days ago, I can no longer claim "student" as my occupation, as of 3 days ago, I've been on an adventure, and as of today, I've added a blog program onto my mp3 device (thus no pictures and no real keyboard, for those keeping track)
Upon connecting the facts that my handwriting is dreadful and chicken-scratchy at best (killing all potential for a beautiful leathery travel journal) and the that wifi is magically abundant (airports, cafes, park benches, seriously, it's everywhere) I decided blog was a good forum for thought-sharing... Plus "self employed volunteer travel blogger" sounds mildly less pathetic than "unemployed 20-something vagrant with an iPod"
So: where have I been? Since last we spoke, Estonia, Finland, Turkey, Budapest, Malaysia, Netherlands, and Germany... Ask me about it sometime. I'll gladly talk/type your ear/eyes off when my keyboard isn't too petit and auto-correcty for my pudgy fingerbits.
And now? After missing (see: electing to sleep through) a 6 AM flight to Maastricht, I found my way to Milan hobbled from centrale toward the duomo on my stiletto heel punctured gnarly bruised foot... Needless to say, like a champ, I didn't make it chose to eat all the food instead...such is life. One night spent sleeping in a bathtub later, I left for Berlin. My gnarly foot and I did a boat tour, found our way to the Brandenburg gate, and then gave up on proper culture in lieu of a long night of food, drink, sparklers, music trivia, and bingo at White Trash. I did take advantage of the glory of spargalzeit and eat all the spargels (asparagus for ye non deutschers) so that kind of counts as culture... Next day was dedicated to Berlin wall hunting and pretending to be David Hasselhoff while balance beaming down the brick line where the wall once stood. This morning was a 7 AM flight to Amsterdam, landing, feeling cocky about my ability to get around, then realizing that autocorrect had destroyed the street names I had written, hopped the tram to leidseplein and wandered until I was fortunate enough to actually find the hostel. Success.
I then climbed the STEEP friggin stairs to my room on the top floor, flung open the windows, befriended my Chicagoan bunk mate, a 30 year old Slav with dreams of environmental activism and actualities of waitressing, and started to blog... Which is where we are now...
So, why should you care? Eh, you shouldn't really... But it could be fun to track my monthventure through Europe and know that I'm not dead, right?
This entry has become too long..my typing finger is sore. I vow the rest will be more reasonable (for your sake and mine)
See you next time for Amsterdam: nighttime edition.
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