I also have had a hostel owner that looks like Bob Fossil in Prague and spent four evenings in a bar called 'The Peach Pit' (awesomely a Shannon Doherty picture indicated the gateway to the ladies and a Luke Perry picture was used in a similar fashion for the mens).
I've fallen in love with a camp tour guide in Paris and been there for Bastille day without realising it was going on.
I've watched a cat fall in love with my brother in Amsterdam.
I've met a 'Fun Manager' in Krakow (SLACKER JOB ALERT) and had to come to terms with the fact that not all of Poland is a bleak, desolate landscape but is in fact gorgeous and vibrant.
These are just some of my adventures thus far and I'm not even half way round yet.
I am, however, craving being able to not have to get dressed in a toilet with the door locked and sleeping in a room full of strangers. Need. Own. Space.
And you shall not forget to mention the pipe smoking, vest wearing, bearded man you took under a bulldozer in the streets of Budapest. One who forgot to say "we'll meet again someday," because he figured that it went without saying.
Yes, because he will not forget you.
But although he knows now that you would not eat a pig's vagina for him, he will still continue writing you intellectual love letters none the less and laugh when he thinks of the not one but two people that were disturbed by the sounds of the Tom Foolery which occurred in a wild starry Budapest night.
Yes, we got into some japes.
So long to Vienna and to where you go from there. I will think of you in quiet moments.
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And you shall not forget to mention the pipe smoking, vest wearing, bearded man you took under a bulldozer in the streets of Budapest. One who forgot to say "we'll meet again someday," because he figured that it went without saying.
Yes, because he will not forget you.
But although he knows now that you would not eat a pig's vagina for him, he will still continue writing you intellectual love letters none the less and laugh when he thinks of the not one but two people that were disturbed by the sounds of the Tom Foolery which occurred in a wild starry Budapest night.
Yes, we got into some japes.
So long to Vienna and to where you go from there. I will think of you in quiet moments.
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