Just a brief one, because this keyboard is German, stiff, and I have to stand up… (Not to mention pay 50 cents a minute..) Man Prague was nice. Actually, it was fairly nice, but so cheap that it was great. The expense of Germany has already made up for it though, I’m sure. I was going to spend Saturday in Prague then head to Berlin Sunday morning, but the main reason I was staying was to go on what was supposedly a really good walking tour of the city. The guy canceled it and moved it to Sunday, but I…
So, here I am. In Prague. That’s in the Czech republic for those of you like my sister who never learned geography, for which she should be beaten severely. I keep wanting to say Czechoslovakia even though it hasn’t been so for over ten years. It’s what I get for learning geography too young, which, I suppose is still better than Sydney:) Budapest (that’s Hungary, Sydney) was much nicer than I expected. Chris and I went to the baths. I fear we went to the touristy one because it had signs in English, though that did little to allay our…
Friday night I just hopped on a train heading to Wein in three minutes. It wasn’t until a few minutes after the train pulled off I figured out that Wein is Vienna. Got there okay at about 8am, saw a small, free, and pointless contemporary art museum, then rode the public transportation to Suberbia Vienna where a campsite was located. Paid about $6 for a campsite, rode back, and saw a good bit of Vienna. Vienna is ridiculously expensive, so after getting up at 10am the next morning, I just went ahead and hopped on a train to Budapest. I…
Well, somehow I got the feeling as I walked through the gate of the UD Rome campus onto Via dei Ceraseti that it wasn’t the last time I’d be on campus. It wasn’t. Anne never showed up at 20.45, nor had she shown up by 21.30. In fact, I haven’t seen her since I wrote you. I have no idea where she is, or even if shes alive. I don’t think she would have gotten on the train without me, but… who knows. It’s all quite weird. I didn’t get on the train, becuase I was worried that something had…
I’m in Termini, perhaps for the last time of my life. This is, of course, doubtful, but nonetheless a definite possibility. I can’t imagine not being back before too long. I’m tired. It’s 17.34 here, and my train leaves at 21.15. I got tired of moping about the mostly empty campus this afternoon and decided to just head on down here. I’m meeting Anne at the traditional meeting spot in Termini: The McDonald’s that overlooks the tracks from which you can drink a McBeer and watch the board for your train to appear. I ate at Spizeco, only I doubt…