Well that was my trip to europe. after these pictures I really didnt take any for a few days until I got to New York again. theres so much to be said about it all. I mean, I think I learned so much. but if you ask me what, Its kinda hard to put my finger on it. I wrote a song about it. and I think that Im going to make a video thingy of the trip and play my song.. so you should ask to see it some time. but I guess the main point of the song is; how its good to go there yourself.
And I think that If I was looking at these I would go down to the bottom and scroll up.. then the order of things would be a little better
Monday, June 20, 2005
Back to Paris and London by myself. I really liked this painting.. its at the musee de orse. and I dont know who did it. in paris I stayed at a crazy hostel and made freinds with a heap of people. everyone in the hostel just partied. there was lots of hashshesh from amsterdam and plenty of drinks. it was interesting to get a view on that side of the europian traveling experance. everyone was so nice.
Friday, June 17, 2005
I was alone for a while before I met up with these two girls Holly and Sierra. It was a weird day. I really wanted to met them so I didnt have to be alone for the rest of my trip. and they emailed and said that they would be in lousanne on a certain day leaving from paris so I went there to meet the train and they werent on it. I really didnt know what to do at that point. And for some reason I felt so lonely. If you ever have the chance have me read my journal entry to you.. I went out of the sation and sat on a bench. And I staired at the space between me and all the buildings. then I turned on my I pod to nullify time. I think that I was listening to Death cab for cutie Transatlanticism. it was so interesting. I just started writing.. I dont think that I have ever been that kind of lonely. I finally made up my mind to go to Interlocken and hope they wanted to meet up still. but I ended up meeting them before I left. here we are in interlocken
Geneva was sweet. here I am with a rented hog and my right pant leg up.. which means im not showing off, becuase my left calf is bigger and more show-y then my right. those pants were courtesy of Jeromy. and I wore them all the time. Geneva was in the french part of switzerland. they speak italian, french, and german there. its crazy that they just dont have a national langauge. In the background of this picture you can see a whopper of a gyser. it was neat.
I was sitten there in vienna checken out some super old sewer works and such, when the president of Kazakhstan shows up. I didnt even notice the long line of expencive black cars. It was the camera man that tipped me off. where the heck is kazakhstan, and dosent this dude look asian? I dont know.. I hope I dont get shot for say that.. But seriouly you should have seen the size of his thug on the left. the dude with the beard. the pres. is in the middle. left of pink girl.
vienna was rad. It was much like germany in that It was really clean. There was tons of history that of couse, I only breezed over. We saw heaps of bones under the main catherdral. it was crazy.. but no pictures cause those bones wanna Rest In Peace. This picture is the fateful fountain where I decided to dip my feet in the water. It was kinda pond like water but quite nice and very refreshing, from that point on my chacos (sandels) smelled much worse then death. until I soaked them for 8 hours in soapy water a week or so later.