A Fish In An Aquarium

I’ve been wanting to pen an entry about the closing days, hours, minutos of my European excursion for quite sometime, though, between customs procedure, freedom fry saucing, automobiling, and other more general forms of not walking, my time has been somewhat limited.

The Sunday of my departure from Katherine, Spain, Europe, vacation, lightheartedness, etc etc started early. Rising at 8 in the AM for coffee and yogurt, I dashed down to the local bus station for my 10 o’clock depature. (On Sundays the trains run later in the day, the earliest Madrid arrival time not early enough for my flight). To Amsterdam.

At 7:45 I made my way past the small man who accosted me asking “are you Swedish?” with a glimour of wonder in his eye, and to whom I responded, “maybe, I’m American” and onto my flight towards Grasstown EU. A beautiful night flight over Paris had even the Parisians themselves glued to the windows.

Upon arrival, giddy as a fourteen year old school girl finding a shoebox stuffed cache of brother broken Barbie heads, I and my newly acquired accomplice Matt, a 20 year old student from the Midwest, made our way to the coffee shop -- Dyyyying for a cup!

After what seemed like three months of smoking and staring at the 24 hr EuroSport coverage on LCD flat panel I told my first five minute friends that I must take their leave, citing my preference of loneliness to fogged, dogged accompaniment.

I wandered in the Northern Euro cold, for which I was amply unprepared, for more than an hour then ducked into one of the few open bars. Beer, Beer, so then I left and I bought a slice off a streetside vender who moments before was witnessed forced to fotograph a group of disgusting Americans with ranch slathered slices held high. I, along with the Spanish pizza seller, was disgusted. So back to the airport for 6 hours of fetal position linoleum tile sleeping.

In short, Amsterdam is a great place, if you and all your friends are completely without Spirit, intellect, class, or anything more on their minds than herbs.

Look for more postings in the near future as my adventuring has not ended yet and likely never will. I now live in downtown Charleston, South Carolina and I’m sure to have some interesting experiences. If not, I can always spin them into abstruse yarns, referencing spontaneously created flash fiction outlines.

Whoever you people are, maintain that anonymity --It’s all you’ve got!!!!