This post is incredibly late.
I’ve decided to write a small book of stories on my travels
called “Sex, Drugs and Anxiety.” I might use a pseudonym, however, as they are
all wildly embarrassing.
Only you, loyal readers, will know that it’s me!
Fun Fact: I have several pseudonyms and nothing technically
published persay-
Unless you count an alarmingly large amount of FedEx-Kinkos
print outs.
So I don’t remember much after Amsterdam…
I went to Rotterdam for two days (with a one day visit to
the Hague)
I met these very charming Canadian Philosophers and envied
that they got to introduce themselves as, “Oh, I’m a Philosopher”. That technically translates to “I’m a lover
of wisdom”.
One day…
I listened intently to them after learning that “I don’t
like Daniel Dennett” doesn’t suffice as a logical argument.
Though! Socrates said (paraphrase) that he was wise because
he knew that he didn’t know.
So…I’m pretty much as smart as Socrates.
I went to the International court something or other of
Peace in The Hague, which, despite my inability to remember the exact name, was
inspiring.
I saw satisfactory modern art museum in Rotterdam (I think
I’ve fallen for Modern Art a little bit…), which made me miss the days that I
practiced drawing.
If I had stuck to it, by now I would be a Master at drawing
cartoon dogs and Dragon Ball Z characters.
After Rotterdam came Bruges, Belgium.
For those of you who have seen “In Bruges”, you may remember
that Collin Ferrel’s character describes Bruges as such:
“If I grew up
on a farm and was retarded, Bruges would impress me.
But I didn’t so it doesn’t”
I went to the Chocolate Museum (where the Chocolate Obama
had melted L)
The French Fry Museum
The Blood of Christ Church
The In Bruges Walking Tour
The Brauhaus Pub Crawl…which ended horrifically. See
upcoming novel.
Drank lots of very strong beer (10-11%!)
After Bruges I went to Caen, France.
Caen is a true traveling stop.
It took about 7 trains to get here and the hostel is a
hostel-hostel (a smelly sheetless bed in the middle of nowhere).
Despite the fact the only words I can say in French are “Cheese,
fish, candy,” and, “I’m sleepy” I made it to the World War II Museum/Memorial,
which is the biggest IN ALL OF EUROPE!
And I think it’s truly the largest museum I’ve visited thus
far. I kept meaning to leave, getting lost and wind up in another two-hour
exhibit.
Total time there? 6 HOURS
(Europe has forced me to become a lover of beer, football
and history.
Oh…Italy got crushed
in the Eurocup. (0-4))
The next day I went on a bus tour of the Normandy beaches
(where America and Co. landed for DDay (Opening Scene of “Saving Private Ryan”)
I met this wonderful family who were going to Paris after
the tour. We took the same train and then
THEY TOOK ME OUT TO DINNER
Escargot, Duck cooked like Bacon, Fish, Baked Alaska, Ice
Cream, French Onion Soup (or as they say We Onion Soup)
(I realize that I capitalized the food)
It was incredible.
I even got to read my children’s book “Sisyphus and Sam” to
an Awesome member of this Awesome family. Awesome.
So Yeah, I’M IN PARIS!
On Tuesday I’m off to Switzerland.
Oh…I cancelled Bordeaux…sorry.
When I learned that Sangria originated in Spain…I decided I
had to spend more time there so I added Granada.
I LOVE SANGRIA
…and I got tickets to a bullfight in Madrid.
Shame on me.
So the order is now:
Zurich
Interlakken
Toulous
Barcelona
Madrid
Granada
Lisbon
Dublin
Galway
Now the part you’ve been waiting for
Drumroll.
It’s time for:
WHAT RANDOM INFORMATION IS GIANMARCO DESPERATELY TRYING TO
ABSORB TO IMPRESS PEOPLE ON PUBCRAWLS!
Well, I was going to read The Year of the King in tandem
with Richard III…
But I finished The Year of the King (an actor’s journal as
he prepared to play RIII at the RSC in the UK) and didn’t get through the first
act of Richard III…
That Shakespeare be using too many fancy werds. I have to
use dictionary.com just to get through the sparknotes.
After Richard III, I will probably begin Anna
Karininininina. Pray for me.
Audio books: I’m alternating between Bertrand Russell’s
“History of Western Philosophy” and a lecture series called “Great Ideas of
Philosophy”. I figure if I listen to the same subject twice, I’m bound to
understand at least 5% of it.
Oh, by the way, don’t listen to philosophy while traveling
alone.
That shit’ll fuck you up.
I also watched Kubrick’s “Lolita”.
Maybe I should I start talking to people.
Joke Break:
Why did Stevie Wonder get fat?
He couldn’t watch his weight.
The End.
Love/Like/Loathe, (you know who you are)
Gianmarco
Oh, Happy 4th!
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