grimmermatt
See You Later, Maria and Sobriety
This is after a few days in Prague, including Halloween. Yeah, I know. I missed it. The original goal here was to fly back to Stuttgart, train to Heidelberg, meet Ebil and Carsten, and then go our separate ways. Maria would fly back to Milan and I would go back to Freiburg to see Anne for a few more days.
So we were late to the airport for a million reasons. Then, on the bus, I realized that I had left my passport under the mattress of the downtown hotel bed. Great Idea, Matt. No one will find it there -- including YOU. Enough of the third person. So I jumped off the bus in a "save yourself, Maria" moment and tried to taxi back to the hotel to grab the passport.
We were already too far out of town and all taxis already had airport folks in them. Realizing that I was completely fucked, I jumped on the next airport-bound bus and went to make sure that Maria could board alright. On the way, I realized that I had all of our flight information, so good thing I went back (Maria knows some KGB hitmen). I caught her at the counter five minutes before the scheduled takeoff. Chinese fire drill time.
The black backpack in the background was all I brought for my 6 week trip. But I bought so much contraband in southern Italy and Prague (silver bag) that I ended up having to get another bag. Maria had some of my stuff in her giant duffle bag here, I had some of her stuff, and she still had to give me some presents to deliver to her mom, Tatyana, in the states. Three minutes of clown college and we got it all straight. Then we said goodbye and she ran to her gate. It was that fast. Three minutes later, I realized I was in the Czech republic by myself and I kind of freaked out and got really excited at the same time.
I went back to grab the passport and then searched for a tourist-unfriendly bar with a good window seat view. One pint told me I should relax. Another pint told me to try to get back to Germany NOW. The third pint thought I should have another pint. Then the fourth pint, the wisest and my favorite, said I should take my time and swing by Cesky Krumlov on the way to Austria and back to Freiburg. Dad had strongly recommended Cesky Krumlov. So I did that. Mayhem insued.
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See You Later, Maria and Sobriety
This is after a few days in Prague, including Halloween. Yeah, I know. I missed it. The original goal here was to fly back to Stuttgart, train to Heidelberg, meet Ebil and Carsten, and then go our separate ways. Maria would fly back to Milan and I would go back to Freiburg to see Anne for a few more days.
So we were late to the airport for a million reasons. Then, on the bus, I realized that I had left my passport under the mattress of the downtown hotel bed. Great Idea, Matt. No one will find it there -- including YOU. Enough of the third person. So I jumped off the bus in a "save yourself, Maria" moment and tried to taxi back to the hotel to grab the passport.
We were already too far out of town and all taxis already had airport folks in them. Realizing that I was completely fucked, I jumped on the next airport-bound bus and went to make sure that Maria could board alright. On the way, I realized that I had all of our flight information, so good thing I went back (Maria knows some KGB hitmen). I caught her at the counter five minutes before the scheduled takeoff. Chinese fire drill time.
The black backpack in the background was all I brought for my 6 week trip. But I bought so much contraband in southern Italy and Prague (silver bag) that I ended up having to get another bag. Maria had some of my stuff in her giant duffle bag here, I had some of her stuff, and she still had to give me some presents to deliver to her mom, Tatyana, in the states. Three minutes of clown college and we got it all straight. Then we said goodbye and she ran to her gate. It was that fast. Three minutes later, I realized I was in the Czech republic by myself and I kind of freaked out and got really excited at the same time.
I went back to grab the passport and then searched for a tourist-unfriendly bar with a good window seat view. One pint told me I should relax. Another pint told me to try to get back to Germany NOW. The third pint thought I should have another pint. Then the fourth pint, the wisest and my favorite, said I should take my time and swing by Cesky Krumlov on the way to Austria and back to Freiburg. Dad had strongly recommended Cesky Krumlov. So I did that. Mayhem insued.
[chimes sound, on to the next picture]