Fran's Snort Count

I can't give you a complete update, but I will update you from New York up until a few days ago.

I left New York with no troubles at all. It is actually a lot easier than I thought; the flight being only about 6 hours and 45 minutes from "the states" to Germany. I wrote this on the plane:

Let it be known that this is coming from a 21 year old punk kid that jumped at an opportunity. For my own reputation I would also like to add that my longest flight prior to this one was 4 hours. This one is closer to 7. 

Next to me sits a man in his polo shirt and pinstriped suit. He's got at least 3 papers; two in German, one in English.

There is a six hour time difference between New York and Germany. Dinner on this flight was served at about 7pm in New York. Breakfast 5:30 in Dusseldorf - 11:30 to my body. That is something I, unfortunately, am not accustomed to, dinner and breakfast a mere nap away.

Right before breakfast came I was handed a wet cloth with a pair of tongs. Now, this is a hard thing to judge, so I can't be certain, but I think that the skin on my hands cannot tolerate heat as well as the skin on others hands. Polo/suit handled his just fine. I briefly participated in my own private game of hot potato. I won. And lost.

I then proceded to look around to see what to do with me new, hot gift. Promptly I put my socks back on my feet.

(In my defense I was tired, caffeinated, and highly excited.)

I will just add the highlights of the places I've been so far.

Dusseldorf - Salsa dancing, where my host for the duration of my stay let me step on her feet.

Amsterdam - The fact that the building are falling into each other or out of line with the others.

Utrecht - no comment.

Berlin - the people in the hostel and the art collective I visited.

That is it for now, until later...