Time seems to move very slowly here and I'm having a really hard time remembering what happened after my last blog post. It feels like it was months ago. So, for that exact reason and also because I don't want to include a bunch of information about my family's vacation without their consent, I'm going to leave out about a week's worth of activities and instead give a short recap. (However, all my pictures from Norway until last weekend were on the stolen laptop so all I have now are the pics on this blog and the ones I've already uploaded to Facebook.)
We stayed 3 nights at the Edelweiss Lodge and Resort (stock photo) and then a week in the Edelweiss cabin "Vacation Village". Apparently, in this context "village" means "place where the bathrooms are 100 yards away through a field of treacherous snow and ice".
And then, I'm pretty sure stuff happened. Um. Wow, I'm having a really hard time remembering things right now. This is my second day in a row of being hungover though. And I haven't had a single drink in over 36 hours. Drinking really does kill brain cells, kids. Obviously. Or maybe it's because I've always had a really bad memory and now I don't have pictures to look at to remind me what happened.
Oh, I remember getting really drunk and then going on a super early tour of a Monastery/Brewery in Ettal the next morning. And I threw up in the bathroom of a cheese factory there. I'm really not an alcoholic but Germans must just buy each other drinks like crazy.
So skip ahead a but, Rob and Kelley went back to the states, while I stayed in Garmisch with the moms. But shhh. Don't tell anyone I stayed with her; I wasn't supposed to I don't think.
From there I took a three day trip to Paris. The catacombs were sososo cool. I seriously felt like I was in World of Warcraft.
(Shameless plug of my youtube video, which oddly enough was recorded exactly one year ago minus one day! Neato!)
I also stayed in a really lame hostel there called St. Christopher's Inn, which has a high rating on hostelbookers.com but I kinda didn't like. The bar downstairs was overpriced and there was literally someone going into or coming out of my room every single hour all night long. Plus it was 25 Euro a night and my room had like 10 Italians in it. At this point, I'm kind of sick of anyone who comes from a romantic language country. Totes don't understand why women have fantasies about French/Spaniards/Italians. Yuck, imo.
I wish I had my pictures.
After that trip I took another 3 or 4 day trip, this time to Florence, Italy. Florence itself was actually a little boring. The architecture was pretty cool in some places and reminded me Assassin's Creed (as I'm sure most of Italy will) but I only spent one night there. The next morning I took an early train to Pisa, and spent about an hour there before getting on a train back to Florence so that I could catch another back to Garmisch. Well, I don't really like remembering this part, but my backpack was stolen on this train so I got to spend the next 15 straight hours in Florence train station, trying to get someone to help me get my bag back. The people working for the station were the most rude and douche-y people I've ever met. I was literally crying and they basically told me to fuck off because bags get stolen there all the time. They wouldn't even call the police for me OR tell me where the police station was. Later that night I took a train back to Pisa to try to get them to help me but they gave the same response. By sheer accident I found an English speaking (barely) policeman outside the station in Pisa who gave me a phone number of a lost and found to call and then left me there at midnight with nothing. I got back on another train to Florence since I couldn't see any hotels in sight in Pisa.
On the train I met a guy who looked like he was either homeless or had been travelling for a lot longer than I had been. I never asked because his English wasn't great. But we could talk about basic stuff. Sadly, my Italian is limited to understanding sheet music annotations. When we got to Florence, he asked if I knew where I was staying yet, and I said I was just going to try to sleep in the station. Btw, sleeping in train stations SUCKS because they are all completely open to where trains come in and so are freezing in February. He said that if you were sneaky, you could get on a train that was already done making trips for the night and sleep a lot better there and so I followed him.
Please note, that I did have my pocket knife on me, and I am (mostly) not retarded.
The train we got on already had two people sleeping on it so he slept a couple spaces down from one and I slept in the area across from him. He noticed that I only had a small hoodie so he let me borrow his super thick sweater (made in Nepal and very warm) as a blanket and eventually ended up giving it to me. Nice.
It was a lot warmer than outside but I still just kinda dozed because I didn't want to get murdered or some shit. But the next day he bought me tea and a delicious warm milk drink with honey it and then I said goodbye to him after getting on a train to Innsbruck. It was all very interesting-frightening.
So yeah, that's most of what's happened lately, but I think I'll split this blog post in two since it's already a wall of tl;dr.
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