Friday, March 26, 2010

Future Travels




Quite frankly, I doubt anyone still checks this so I decided I'd use it to jot down some notes on plans for future travels. It comes in waves, but I find myself regularly consumed with a desire to return to Europe and eventually to travel to other continents such as hopefully visiting co-creator of this blog, Mickey Dooley, who is currently in Paraguay. (www.whichguayagain.blogspot.com) Hopefully I'll be there in the early months of 2011.

Ideally, if and when I make these future trips, the blog will gain new life as the current post is no indication of future regular updates to come as this will remain a blog simply related to travel. Dooley has mentioned a possible return to Europe after his trip in the summer of 2012. I'm not sure of his level of commitment to this, but I will plan accordingly just as he did when I committed to our Euro trip while heavily intoxicated after a day of Bar Scrambling in Champaign.

As far as my future European travels, below are some of the places I'd like to go that I can think of off the top of my head.

Possible Future Euro Destinations:
- Switzerland (Geneva, Interlaken)
- Netherlands (Amsterdam)
- Greece (Santorini, Athens)
- Germany (Berlin)
- Czech Republic (Prague) - (I know I've already been, but I loved it and want to see it in the summer some time)
- France (Paris)
- England (London)
- Scotland (Edinburgh)
- Austria (Vienna)
- Ireland (Dublin)
- Italy (Rome, Firenze, Pisa)
- Spain (Madrid)
- Wales (Cardiff)
- Slovakia
- Hungary

Yes I know the list is long, but I'm 22. Hopefully I can make it happen.

The picture at the top is from a book I just ordered the other day that I am eagerly awaiting its arrival. Updates to this list are likely after reading/viewing this book.

Friday, January 29, 2010

It's Over


(Park Guell by Spanish artist Gaudi)

To whom it may concern,

This will be my last post. It's been fun trying the whole blogging thing, but now that I'm back from Europe I don't think there is much need to continue this blog or to blog in general. I don't think my day to day life would be interesting enough for people to spend their time reading about it especially considering the fact that I start work on Monday and I will slowly start to die inside with each passing day like many of you. Look at our parents (except Mr. Andy Kunz), who would want to read one of their blogs. Point made.

Well, I realize this may have taken a bit longer than necessary to do the final update, but I wanted to wait until I had finished uploading all the pictures, and until Dooley sent me his favorite memories. Well Dooley hasn't done that, but the inspiration for this blog, Mr. Peter Stojic, and Conor OB have been hasteling me (and rightfully so) for the final update so here it is.

Well we had one final night in Barcelona since our last post. Due to both the time since that last night and copious amounts of alcohol, the events of the evening are maybe a bit short of being perfectly clear, but the night was still pretty great. Dools and I decided that we didn't feel like doing anything too extravagant for dinner or anything and we would finally take the kids and operators of our hostel up on the offer to go out with all of them. What was advertised as Spain's version of 50 Cent would be performing at the club they were heading to so I was certainly a bit intrigued.

We went to the nearby grocery store and picked up a frozen pizza to make at the hostel, as well as a six pack of beer and a box of Don Simon for each of us. Dooley had been pumping up this Don Simon to me for some time as something he frequently did during his time in Spain. I was not disappointed. We each picked up our own 1 liter box of wine for what converts to less than $2.50. We headed back to the hostel, packed up, and enjoyed our pizza, beer, and wine and joined our fellow hostelmates who were watching the hilariously bad "Sex Drive" in the common room. It was so amazingly stupid it was funny, one of those types. We let the others in our hostel sample our large juice boxes of wine, but they were all pretty grossed out by the idea and taste of it. A short while later I switched to our beer as I had downed my adult juice box.

Around 11pm or so we headed to the other hostel (there are multiple in Barcelona of the same chain). It was a decent walk to get there and when we arrived they told us that the kids from our hostel should stay in a room they directed us to so that we could drink and hang out before going to the club. The kids living in that hostel appeared to be having a good time in a different small room with a large table. I quickly decided I didn't like this separate but equal crap so I headed into their room in case they were playing beer pong, flip cup, or one of the other great American college majors available at a state school. They weren't doing that, but I quickly made friends with an Australian couple (seriously, these kids are everywhere) traveling together. Matt and Sam (girl) decided I was dangerously under-served and volunteered to make me some drinks. I wanted to be a good guest, so I accepted.

We proceeded to talk about a lot of random crap and it quickly turned to politics. I'm not Stuart when it comes to talking about politics, but I figure sure why not, if foreigners want to talk about U.S. politics, I'll do it. Fortunately like most people of the world as soon as I said I voted for Obama we were friends. After talking for a while they told me how I was one of the first Americans they've ever enjoyed talking to. Dools and I were told this multiple times on our trip, and yea we're pretty awesome, but it really begs the question, what jackasses are traveling the globe these days?

We later headed to the club. I couldn't make it there before my instinct to dance took over. I have no problem admitting that I threw in some solid dance walking down the streets of Barcelona that night while telling Dools and our other friends, "necesito bailar...AHORA."

Once we arrived, the club was a good time, very attractive girls were dancing on small platforms in the club wearing very little clothing. I thought it was disgusting, but I watched anyway, just so I could give them disapproving looks, probably. Later, they vacated their stages, and I tried to climb up to dance because by now you know that I like to dance when I've got a few drinks in me. Unfortunately, Dooley grabbed me and pulled me down. Then he said, "No. I already tried, and they kicked me off." Dools is great.

We continued to dance our faces off for a while. It was a solid club for our last night in Barcelona and Europe. Here are the notes from the evening:

-Roger de Lluria y Gran Via
#40
Floor 1
(Dooley wrote the address of our hostel down and put it in my pocket in case I got lost)
-Cool, give me 2 minutes to dance my face off
(This was my response when Dools told me we had to go home. I needed to get some more dancing out though)
-I know him, no worries, but he can't have my beer
(When I went to go dance my face off after the last remark Dools found me dancing with some girl. This was my response when he tried to take my beer and the girl asked me if I knew him

The walk home from the club was a long one. Dools wanted me to be sure to include how pissed I was that there were no McDonalds around to grab some food, and hopefully breakfast on our way back.

We got back at around 4:00 am knowing we had to get up at about 7:00 am to head to the airport. At 7:00 am my alarm woke me up and I woke Dools up. At 8:30 am we woke up again and scrambled to throw our things together. I left my Conant football shorts (sorry Pykosz) and my watch in Spain, but we made our flight. And our flight was almost empty so we got to lay across rows of seats and sleep for a solid portion of our return flight over the Atlantic. Needless to say, although we had a very long day of return travel we made it back just fine.

Well this pretty much wraps up the blog. There has been discussion with Stojic about trying to turn this into a coffee table type publication as the support has been overwhelming:

"Your writing is the voice of a new generation." - Peter Stojic, Futures Trader at Johnson & Johnson

"You write exactly how you talk. I love it." - Conor O'Brien, Future Olympic Rower

"I loved the stuff about Canadians." - Rob Pykosz, Connected

"I stopped reading after the second or third post." - Jared Alton Richardson, University of Illinois Armory Floor Supervisor

"We loved your stories that were posted on the blog. (I especially liked your crack about the 24 hr batting cage!) I think you should quit your job and just be a writer. You could write for the Sun-Times, they need good writers." - Mrs. Trish Dooley, Mother of Co-Writer Michael "Mickey" Dooley

"With the amount you talked about mom in your blog, you're never going to find a girlfriend." - Ali Maier, University of Illinois Delta Delta Delta VP Administarion

"Thanks for the laughs guys! Fun reading for my MLK holiday." - Mrs. Kathy Elwood, Mother of contributor Daniel Elwood

"Is Scott really going to propose? When? I hope soon." - Kristin McMillin, Accenture Analyst

Me too Kristin. Me too.

Well to everyone who followed and/or read our blog, we hope you enjoyed it and killed some time at work.

My favorite picture from Europe:



Your friend and my favorite,
Tim Maier

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Sexy Beer, ¿You Want?


(Barcelona - Las Ramblas to the left)

Anyone who has ever been to Barcelona and has walked around the las ramblas area knows that at about 10 pm, a fleet of Pakistanis comes out in force to peddle individual Estrella Damm beer cans to people walking around the old neighborhood. These gentlemen prowl the streets from about 10 until 4, and will approach anyone walking on the street with their infamous tagline, ´cerveza beer, ¿you want?.´ Well, even more entertaining is the fact that with their accents what they say ends up coming out more like ´Sexy Beer,´ ¿you want?. I explained to Maier the greatness of this Barcelonean cultural phenonom of the sexy beer man, and once we had had several run-ins with them he was more than amused.

Normally, they sell one can of beer for one Euro (which is a lot better than paying 4€ for a beer in a bar). However, the experience sexy beer man customer knows that he can easily haggle down the price of the sexy beer, especially if he is buying more than one beer. For example, two nights ago I managed to easily haggle down the price of three beers from 3 Euros to 2 and a half Euros. This both impressed Tim as well as saved me 50 Eurocents.

More on the Pakistany beer vendors of Barcelona later. The fact is that Tim and I have been having some mad cultural experiences here in Barcelona over the last few days. On Monday we slept in to a comfortable hour (about 11). After we woke up we took a walk to around las Ramblas, aka the old gothic style medieval nieghborhood for which BCN is well known. We walked down las ramblas from top to bottom, which took about 20 minutes, and then headed to the shoreline for some pics.

By about 2:30 we still had not eaten, so we stumbled into a hole-in-the-wall looking place called Cepas. It was relatively empty, which was suspicious for a Spanish restaurant at this hour (2-4 is lunchtime) but we had a good vibe so we stayed. In retrospect, still a good decision, although not as good as the decision Scott and I once made to play vodka pong. We ordered paella marinera, basically just a mix of rice, mussels, squid, among a few other spices. Our server was quite entertained by our brand of Spanish accent throughout the meal, and made clear to us that our food was caught just this morning so it was very fresh.

After our traditional Spanish meal we continued walking along the beach until we decided it was time to head back to the hostel. On the way back we stopped in some tourist shops to purchase some gifts. Getting back to our hostel around 5, we regrouped at the hostel for a few moments before planning to head to the Picasso Museum. Little did we know though, that the Picasso Museum was closed on Mondays, so our excursion ended up being in vain. Instead, we just walked for a couple of hours around las ramblas, taking in the sites. We saw some more of the old neighborhood, as well as a guy in a business suit puking which we found hilarious.

Later that night we met up with some of my Knox friends who are studying abroad here currently. We met at a metro stop and then headed to a place called The Petite Apollo. TPA has an interesting set-up inside, as the taps to refill your beers are literally in the middle of your table. Obviously then you don´t have to get up from your table to refill your glass. Additionally they put up the rankings of how much all of the tables have drunk, so you can see where you stand within the other tables. The four of us came in second next to a table of about 6 or 7 (they were also Germans, we were pretty sure). Overall, a good time. On the walk home, we had a very notable quote that Tim wants me to add:

Mike: Where the hell are we?
Tim: Really? We were here earlier today.
Mike: It´s a figure of speech, Tim.

Tuesday Maier and I woke up at the crack of 10 am to head to Park Guell during the day. Park Guell was designed by Barcelona´s finest architect, Antonio Gaudi around the turn of the 19th century. Words are futile for describing the place, so you can look at pictures HERE (Tim´s camera battery started to die a little bit so the link may not have all the pictures uploaded when you see this as we can not afford to be without a camera on our journies today, but eventually) but in general Gaudi´s style is a fusion of buildings with nature.

After Park Guell, Maier and I split ways, I to have lunch with my professor and former advisor from Knox (one of the coolest guys ever) and Maier to explore on his own. Tim has an interesting story about his dining experience which he will tell later but for now mine. We headed to a Basque restuarant, where could not read the menu (they didn´t have a Spanish or English version available at this place). Trying to appear savvy in front of my professor, I picked something random off of the menu and said I would have it, Ravioli de gambas. I figured shrimp ravioli would be plenty of food for a meal, right? Wrong. It was one of those ´nice´ restaurants where they bring you out a really huge plate and in the case of this dish, precisely three small to medium sized ravioli pieces. So no biggs I just had to order something else, but Fernando and I had a good laugh over it.

Maier´s Lunch story:
Well as Dools said, we parted ways. I had originally planned to drop off the gifts I had gotten for my sisters, my God I´m a great guy, and then head to Las Ramblas to find myself some more paella. I´m a huge fan of paella already as I´ve always loved seafood, and I was excited to use my Spanish in a restaurant without Dooley´s help.

Unfortunately it was only that, a plan. I should have headed either South or West to return to our hostel. I headed East for a little bit, and then made that turn up North. I was lost. I´m not one to panic about these types of things, I just started checking maps at bus stations. I had no idea which way was North in the real world, so I headed the wrong direction again, but this time at least I knew it was the wrong direction and quickly turned around. By this time though, my plan was shot, I was much further from the hostel than when I started, and I was now pretty hungry.

I started looking around on the street, trying to find somewhere to stop in for a bite to eat. As I had consumed zero food at this point and it was about 2:30, needless to say, I was starving. That´s when I saw the most magical words. Chinese Buffet. I don´t care if I´m in Barcelona, because ya know what, it was still accentuated by the fact that I was in Barcelona as I looked at the buffet and it was covered in seafood. I began to feast on clams, oysters, mussels, fish, sushi, etc etc etc.

I quickly ran into a problem, there was a fried fish type item. I was curious, so on the plate it went. Upon returning to my plate, I discovered something, I had no idea if this fish had been deboned or even skinned. As an engineer I may be good at math, but I´m still not Asian so I was unsure how this was prepared.

I cut it open and looked at it, I was relieved. We were good to go. I took a big bite. Son of a bitch, a mouth full of bones. I quickly looked up, the little Asian girl who seated me was looking right at me. I hoped it was a coincidence, so I put my head back down and started to eat it/seperate the bones from fish in my mouth. I glanced up again. She was now smiling at me. She had won this battle as I gave up trying to be smooth and spit the bones into my napkin. The rest of the meal went smoothly though as it was some of the greatest, freshest sushi and seafood I´ve ever had.

Back to Dooley


I arrived back at the hostel to find Tim partaking in possibly the best Spanish tradition ever, the siesta, so I joined him. We slept until around 530 and then headed to the Picasso Museum again, this time not to be denied. Pablo is obviously a genius, I mean he was portraits of people by age 16 which look like photos. Also las meninas is a must see. Basically Picasso spent months painting dozens of versions of the same painting over and over again, giving it a different interpretation each time. I don´t know how he didn´t get bored after working with one painting for so long but it is truly amazing.

It is now 12:21 and our plane leaves from Barcelona tomorrow at 11:00 a.m. It´s hard to believe the trip is coming to an end, but we´d like to take some time to thank all our loyal readers, its been great having you along for the ride. See you back in the U.S as this will likely be our last post from abroad.

Monday, January 18, 2010

Quick Plug

No time for an update as we are headed to the Picasso museum soon. Despite the warm weather, about 55 degrees, it´s been a rainy day here which sucks because I´ve been dying to say ¨It´s nice out, I think I´ll keep it out.¨ Good, I found a way to get it in there anyway.

Here´s my plug for the blog Elwood finally started.

http://paidvacationinfrance.blogspot.com/

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Last Stop: Barcelona



(Prague - Astronomical Clock)


We arrived today to Barcelona and left Prague and Elwood behind. Barcelona is our final destination, and although I´m certainly excited to be here, it´s a bit sad knowing the tour ends soon as we return to Chicago on Thursday. Such is life I suppose. I´ve already begun mentally planning my next trip back to Europe rather far in advance unfortunately as it´s going to be a bit of time before I can accumulate enough vacation days to take a solid Eurotrip. The next Euro tour will certainly include some of the destinations we´ve had on this trip and will be in the summer to see some greener versions of Prague and maybe Munich too. Who knows, maybe I´ll consider taking the trip with a sexy young coed. That position needs to be filled soon if I am going to beat Scott and Kmac (October 2010, save the date), so I think all interested females (sorry no dudes) should send in some apps. I´d suggest getting it in early as that could certainly work in your favor. Standard business style resume should do just fine, and include relevant wife attributes.

I´d like to start this post by saying my mother has informed me that I ¨should stop picking on [her] on this goofy website,¨ and shockingly she may be on to something as I´ve probably been giving her way too many shoutouts and she´s gotten all cocky about it back at home. All jokes aside I have a great mother even if my Notre Dame acceptance letter remains on the side of my parents´fridge to this day. I wish this was a joke.

So lets go back to our final night in Prague. As we said, we had a great Bromantic lunch on the place I scouted out a couple days before, searched for souvenirs, took pics, and walked around the little market/concert/fair thing in the town square. It was pretty cool. After returning to the hostel we were faced with a dilema, our old buddy Chase told us as potential repeat customers we could do the barcrawl again for half price or we could remain not nearly as cool as he is. Barcrawl it was.

Last night in Prague. Barcrawl. It was going to be a good night. Elwood was again appointed RD. This may seem unfair, but as he had zero interest in taking shots, and we had a 90 minute window at the bagel shop again for free wine, beer, and shots, there was no logic to Elwood not being in charge of our actions. It worked out fine the first time so we assumed we´d be batting 1.000 after the evening. Unfortunately, in our excitement we must have forgotten Elwood was Elwood, and he would not be responsible enough for our liking, but we´ll get to that later.

Anyway, the 90 minute window at the bagel shop is always a blast. We decided we´d step our game up from last time, and we did. We had to get our moneys worth like we did last time. I think we may have done the math wrong though (no calculator on site) as we drank twice as much as last time despite paying half the price. Math is hard, it happens.

Sitting at our table was a boy named Joakim from Argentina. Dooley asked him about something he had experienced in his days in Argentina. He wanted to know if it seemed universally true that Argentine men are rather aggressive with women in the bar/club scene. Joakim told us indeed this happens, but it´s not a universal theme as those guys are generally just kind of jerks. I don´t know how bad those guys must be, but I´d say real bad if Joakim was a good guy because he was creeping out girls left and right with this awkwardness and machista tendencies. It was a fun thing to watch as we quickly met a girl named Alana from the Chicago area as well. (We then found out that not only was she from the south suburbs as well, she went to Nazareth. Ridiculously small world.) Upon meeting us though, Joakim Noah gave her the old hand kiss. Strike 1. He then insisted she sit down next to him and made multiple requests. Pathetic strike 2. Then when he went to the bathroom she sat down next to me in the seat he had just vacated. Upon his return, Joakim knew he´d been Kenny Powers´d and gave up. Don´t feel sorry for him, we later saw him making out with some chick at a club. I doubt she had a choice.

We were all having a good time, loads of Australians as always including our buddy Meg from Munich. Laughter, shots, stories, shots, comparing culture, shots, etc. I had to give it to her, Alana could pound shots, and I had no desire to keep pace with her on them. My god was it sexy.

As all bar crawls do, we headed to one bar then another. I finally revealed to Alana that my name was Tim Maier and not Mike Dooley. It was Dools idea, and it was a good one. She forgot our names after the first time, and Mike pulled the switch on her second time asking. (I can´t pretend to be upset as I forget names the first time quite regularly. In fact I called her friend Cali (real name = Jen) all night because she was from California. I told her I call all my friends from California that. She bought it. I love lying about stupid crap.) When I told her my name was actually Tim, she proceeded to tell me how uncool that was and that she was pretty mad at us. Yea right, she was loving it. Treat them mean, keep them keen. It´s science.

Well we switched bars again, and the girl leading our portion of the group went the wrong way. It was her first (and I hope last) day. Dools and I had been holding our need to use the restrooms, and upon hearing we had a decent walk still ahead of us after her snafu, we were at our breaking point. We figured, a quick bathroom break and some help from our RD lagging behind, with our XC backgrounds, no worries. Wrong. RD (Elwood) dropped the ball. He didn´t help at all, and upon returning to the street we thought we saw the group ahead so we started jogging. Crap, not the barcrawl, but we didn´t panic yet.

We then saw a pretty hopping place down the street so obviously we headed there. Upon entering the building though, we realized we´d just walked into a Czech wedding. It was a bit awkward and we were just slightly underdressed. I had a strong desire to chalk up our losses, make a best man speech and settle in for an open bar and cake, but Dools convinced me this was a poor choice in the long run .

We wandered the streets a bit more before heading to the club we were told would be the final destination. Slowly the group started coming, but neither Elwood nor Alana showed up and Joakim was harrassing women, so we hit the dance floor. When I´ve had a few drinks, and I´m liking the song, I won´t lie, I´m meant to be on the dance floor. I´m not saying I´m a great dancer by any means, but I have fun, and my dad taught me an important thing when I was a teenager, which was that if you´re going to step out on the dance floor you have to just go for it. You can´t be that guy half assing it because he´s too cool or too self conscious. So we danced like nobody was watching and all that crap for a bit before heading out.

After a quick stop at KFC (it´s right by our hostel and open 24 hours, it´s just too convenient) we were back at the hostel and none to excited with Mr Danny. Was our disappointment with him a bit irrational and misplaced? No. He was the RD. Way to go Dan, thanks for ruining the entire trip for Dools and I. Upon seeing us, Elwood simply saying ¨O hey guys. What´s up?¨ didn´t exactly help his cause.

That´s about it for that night, and this has got to be about it for this night. Although most of our hostel went out to the bars/clubs together tonight, Dools and I decided that we were just too tired and we like our system of staying in the first night in a new city. We´ll be ready to do more exploring tomorrow and maybe join the hostel crew or some of Dooley´s Knox friends for drinks tomorrow night instead.

Also of note is that we stopped into a little pub while wandering around trying to find our hostel. We each had very reasonably priced (2.50 Euros) and excellent sandwiches. I got the chorizo guijelo and it may likely not be the last one I have while here.

Sorry, no blackouts.

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Prague Goodbye and Shoutout to our Fanclub


(Prague - Tyn Cathedral)

It's about 7 o'clock right now in Prague. Tim and Dan are in the kitchen whipping up some gourmet grilled ham and cheese sandwiches for dinner. We just got back to the hostel after our final day of wandering around the city. Today, we took it easy getting out of bed (probably woke up around 12ish), and then headed to some tourist shops as well as to a place on a hill where the three of us had a bromantic lunch on the river overlooking the city of Prague. We ate a traditional soup of Prague, garlic soup and it was very good. Tim should be posting pictures of our lunch eventually. Tonight, we are most likely headed out on the town again, hopefully not staying out too late as we have an 11 o'clock checkout time tomorrow, when Tim and I part ways with Dan who will be heading back to Lyon.

Before giving a short summary of last night, I would like to throw a shoutout to the StoriesforStojic fanclub. Yea, the blog has already received some fanmail, no big deal really but nonetheless here are the messages that Tim received last night from Kendra:

"Yeah, we're kinda struggling today....haha. The concert is at 8:30, so I'll keep ya posted on the plans!!

P.S. LOVE LOVE LOVE the blog...Alice and I just about died laughing at some of your stories. "

(15 minutes later)

"ACTUALLY...after further reading of your blog, we just decided that you guys are a good time. What should we do tonight???"


Clearly the fan club has added a Minnesota chapter. The girls appear quite smitten, and it's unfortunate that we may likely never see them again as I believe Tim may have been a bit smitten with one of the ladies as well after the events of the past two evenings.

Now, on to last night. Tim, Dan and I met up with Kendra and Alice, who mostly just wanted to hang out because of how funny they thought our blog was. We headed to a hotspot called Kozicka (in English "The Goat") to sample some of the local drink. It was a solid spot, with a lot of student-age native Czechs enjoying themselves, and prices were more than reasonable.
Last night's notes:
-Maier vs. Dools shirt
(While we were playing Boxers or Briefs Elwood asked which shirt everyone liked better, my shirt or Tim's, which were quite similar. Everyone but myself preferred Tim's)
-Daisy Story (Elwood told a story about how years ago his Dog Daisy had eaten 30 or so snickers bars w/ wrapper and all, and his Dad didn't know what to do so he just took her on a 10 mile long walk. She was not used to to such long distances and thereafter walked with a limp the rest of her life.)
-MY "TICKET" TO HAPPINESS (Elwood's French gf's name is "Billet," which in French means ticket)
-Kendra: Blondes have the most fun of any hair color. It's been scientifically proven. (I've yet to see this study, but I'm skeptical.)
-Kendra: I don't dance.
-Kendra: Fun Fact, I've never done a beer bong.
Tim: That's the opposite of a fun fact.
-KFC, Tim and Mike 2 meals for 2 people, Elwood, 3 trips for 3 sandwiches (Yes we ate KFC in Prague. It was 4am, open, and right by our hostel. Sorry.)
-Tim: I like that we're keeping the jams pumping. (We helped a guy push his car out of the snow last night on the walk home, while he continued to blast Akon for a good 5-7 minutes)

One more thing that did not get written down is that when we were in KFC late last night for some food to preemptively conquer any hangover threat, Tim and I could not find Elwood as we moved to leave. After a minute of looking around, we found him: playing on the tiny horse spring rockers in the kids area (the little things you see at a park that violently shake forward and back), smiling like an idiot having the time of his life.

Prague has been good to us, a definite must for any complete Eurotrip. Thank goodness the exchange rate for USD to Czech crowns is favorable, since while here we all feel like we are playing with monopoly money. Tomorrow, we leave for the final portion of our trip, Barcelona. For me it is more of a homecoming since I studied there for 5 months in college, but I am excited to show Tim around. AND it is above freezing there. 60 degrees F, as a matter of fact. Our plane leaves tomorrow at 14:45.

Currently Dan is sleeping in the lobby of our hostel. We tried to wake him to tell him to get ready for tonight. He said he would be up in a second. Everyone who knows Dan knows this is a problem.

Friday, January 15, 2010

Defenestration


(Prague Castle)


Pics again

Well we've been in Prague for a couple days now. I know I promised a guest post from Elwood, but as can be expected, Elwood is good for almost nothing other than to try to buy fruit at 1am to have during a night out in the bars. Some things just don't change, and Elwood is certainly a prime example. He is our lovable, ridiculous friend who needs constant care and attention.

Yesterday was our first full day in Prague. As we said, we went to bed relatively early our first night here so that we could all go on the 11am free walking tour that is given by the same company as we took one with in Munich. 9:30am came, my alarm went off and I told the others to get up. To give them a few minutes extra, I volunteered to take a shower first. That's when the following exchange happened:

Dooley: "Did you take a shower?"
Me: "Not yet but I'm about to."
(1 minute pause as I get my shampoo, towel, etc together)
Dooley: "Did you already shower?"
Me: "Really Dools? You asked me that less than two minutes ago?"
Elwood: (laughter)

Well, I took a shower and returned to our room and attempted to wake the others. Quickly Dooley and Elwood decided they would be waiting till the 2 PM tour instead, so I was off to take another tour by myself. Oh well, it happened in Munich and ended just fine, and with Elwood being such a great sleeper and giving Dooley an excuse to sleep in as well, I should have seen it coming. Fortunately a girl named Jessica from L.A. who has been studying abroad in Italy this semester left our hostel for the tour at the same time I did so we walked together. I was glad she seemed to know her way around a bit because Prague can be a bit confusing at first with it's winding narrow streets.

(sidenote: Jessica reminded me a lot of Kate Anderson both in appearance and mannerisms. I highly doubt this blog has made it's way to her, but I'm also aware that there are certainly people out there reading our blog that we're unaware of, and to all of you who have given us feedback, thanks. Good to know people are reading and enjoying the blog.)

We arrived to the town square and met our group for the tour. Again, the free tour was a great experience, and I highly recommend the company NewEurope. I had previously known little about the Czech Republic other than that it was the home of a childhood hero of mine. I learned a great deal about it's beginnings, religious conflicts, involvement in WWII, communist control, freedom, separation from Slovakia, and the practice of defenestration among other things. These people put defenestration on the map, as they have had 2 major defenestrations in their history that have had profound effects including the start of the 30 Years War. So that you can stop wondering, it's the great Czech practice of throwing people you oppose out the window. God (Czechs are 70% atheist) these people are awesome.

Anyway, I won't bore you with more history (check out the pictures linked at the top) I just need to prove to my parents that I'm not just partying, but my God do we party. (I'm 22 Mom, worry about your only remaining underage child). Things have kind of changed recently in Prague. It is now legal to have certain amounts of marijuana, shrooms, hash, cocaine, ecstasy, and some other things. Mom, I promise, I probably didn't try cocaine. If I did, where are the receipts?

Speaking of partying, we decided to go on a barcrawl last night. One of the leaders for it works at our hostel, so he met us in the lobby and we all walked over together. This guy decided to pretty much tell us how awesome he was the entire way there by bragging about chicks, drinking, hell, even karate. Obviously it backfired, and we've been mocking him to each other all day. Well we finally get to the meeting spot for the barcrawl, the crowd for it looked decent, so we figured we were in for a fun night. That's when the first curveball was thrown, we were heading to the bagel shop to start the barcrawl. Yep, the bagel shop. The actual shop was closed, it was just going to be a temporary beer hall for us. We payed for our wristbands and they just started bringing us pitchers of beer and a variety of shots. They made sure that over the next 90 minutes we could have as much as we wanted to drink of any of the beer and spirits. Fine, they had talked us into it.

We decided that it was in all of our best interests to stay under control this evening, and earlier in the night we had agreed that I would be our RD (responsible drinker, well responsible drunk is probably a better description). After arriving though, Elwood said he would not be taking shots, so the title of RD was given to him. Elwood would be the responsible one? Obviously Dools and I were unsure of this idea, but if nothing else, we had someone to blame for our shenanigans.

We quickly befriended two girls, Kendra and Alice (two new fans of the blog, hi girls) and a couple Australians, Max and ...... some other dude. We'll call him Sam, but it didn't really matter, the guy didn't really bring much to the table in my eyes. Well quickly that bar turned into a club across the street, then a relaxed pub down the street, and finally a pretty raging club a little bit further down. Things were going well. Elwood was dancing aggressively with the air, Dooley was flirting with a blackout, and I was a perfectly responsible and respectable gentlemen. There may have been loads of PDAs going around the club from our barcrawl group and hell, maybe even a drug deal or two in the bathroom. None of us were involved in these drug deals, but as these deals were going down in the bathroom, it was restricting my ability to relieve myself. Fortunately, they apologized for holding up the flow (pun intended and I don't care if it's gross Mom) and seemed like good guys, real straight shooters.

Well the night wound down and we eventually all made it back home, and were overjoyed to find the computers all open at 6am. So after a quick e-mail check it was bed time for Dools and I, and I found out this morning (12:30pm) that Elwood stayed up to watch some Entourage on mypod.

Here are the notes from last night:
  • Dooley said "Minneanapolis"
  • Kendra and Alice are from Minneapolis
  • AFL, Australian #1 sport (Dan talking to Max about AFL)
  • 10:21 Elwood walks into girls b-room and claims it was an architectural flaw, not his fault (Dan making an excuse for going into the girls bathroom)
  • Max Hamberger (fbk), weird face, scarf, BERN (Elwood figuring out how to contact Max via Facebook)
  • We'll leap frog later! (Elwood did the thing were I stand up straight and he jumps over me by putting his hands on my shoulders and pushing off. Immediately following this, Kendra asked if I wanted to jump over here, which I believe I accurately decided would be a horrible choice in the slippery snow)
  • 2 beers, Maier takes it (Shortly after I bought the previous round of drinks for us, I asked Dooley were Dan was. Dooley said getting the next round. I asked if Elwood was getting a beer for me too, and Dools said he didn't think so. When Dan returned I told him he should have gotten himself a beer too as I grabbed the two beers he brought over for Dools and I)
  • Dan said to Kendra "Dramatic Pause....Save the last dance, for right now, I'm going to meet some Italian girls" (There was a group of mid 30s Italian women at one of the bars. They loved Dan and Dooley because they said they thought the women were more like 24.)
  • They playing UNDER MY THUMB at the next bar..... Rolling Stones, good stuff (Elwood likes the music)
  • CHEAALSEE, (Jealousy) SHITTY SONG, MR BRIGHTSIDE, WHEN WILL THIS SONG END (Cause I'm Mr. Brightside) (Elwood did not like this song as much obviously.)
  • Yelling (?)
  • Line (?)
As you may have been able to tell, Elwood was in charge of the paper and pen last night.

Last night was another fun night out after a great day of touring/learning, we don't want to retain much of the great history we learn I suppose.

We woke up today a little after noon (Elwood: "If I ran a hostel, breakfast would be from noon to 3PM. None of this 8-11am crap.") to prepare for the Prague Castle tour, which cost us 250 Czech Crowns (approx $13) which was well worth it in my opinion. If you look at the pictures, you'll quickly agree that Prague castle is pretty awesome, especially St. Vitus' Cathedral. Again, we learned a great deal about the history of Prague Castle, blah blah blah, learning crap for sure Mom, I promise, pinky swear even.

That's about all I feel like writing for now. We're supposed to meet up with Kendra and Alice again tonight for drinks so we'll bring the paper and pen again, although this night is actually intended to really be only a few drinks, but we all know what that can lead to. Gonorrhea.

Tomorrow, we're planning on checking out the Jewish and Spanish monasteries in Prague.

Dooley Blackouts: Still 1 as we all kept things under control last night

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Prague: Bros Like This Post (Here's your shout out Jrich)


Good news, finally able to upload photos.

("Bro"-ing out in France)



I'm going to call it a night early tonight to get ready for a long day of exploring Prague, but Dooley will be adding a post on recent events shortly, and we've also given Elwood the opportunity to post a guest post too as we have reunited with him in Prague.

Dooley:

After a day of train travel, Tim and I have made it to Prague and met up with Elwood. We had a few bumps along the way, like sleepign through he 9 o'clock train so we had to take the 1245 (which was my bad) but other than that things have went smoothly. Tonight we are just going to take it easy and catch some solid zzzz's which we will definitely need so that we are ready to go for the weekend. More on Prague to come, we are in our hostel and Elwood already did some stupid by attempting to high jump into the top bunk.

However, I would like to talk about our last day in Munich as we had an extraordinary time which I will go into right now.

On Monday night during the bar crawl Tim had invited anyone that he talked to to meet up in the lobby around 6:30 or 7 to head out to the Hofbrauhaus to drink some beers. We weren't sure how many people were going to show up, but when about 14 people appeared by 6:45, we knew it was going to be a night of fun: we were rolling deep. And with quite an eclectic mix of people, too. We had a couple of bros from DC, one whose nickname was 'Turpentine' so he was obviously down to party. On top of that we a group of Aussies, a Canadian, and one girl from China. And we were about to head to possibly the best place to drink beer in the world. We were ready to dominate.

Allow me to explain the Hofbrauhuas. It is a giant beerhall which seats over 3,000 people, and it is regularly quite full during the dinner hour. there are two huge, open rooms with hundred of long tables lined up for people to sit at. The room is constantly abuzz with people merrily chatting away and the sound of the 7 piece or so band they have playing, which includes at least a tuba, trumpet, and trombone among others. Wouldn't work everywhere, but it here it managed to create a truly unique, friendly ambiance. Beer-drinkers regularly raise their glasses in chants and cheers to which all are welcome to join in.

So back to our night. On our way to Hofbrauhaus we lost about 6 people, but no worries we were still rolling 8 deep. We got to Hofbrauhaus and each ordered a liter of beer. That's right the beer only comes in liter steins here, I mean I guess if you are taking it easy you could have a half liter but thats the smallest you'll be able to get and you should be ashamed of yourself. After about 20 minutes our waiter finally stopped ignoring us and we were able to get some food aka salted German pork, which went amazingly with the Augustiners we were having. Augustiner was first brewed in 1328 and it has been a hit ever since.

During our time at the table, I was greatly amused by some of the interactions that were taking place at our table between our hostel-mates and Maier. Just about all of Tim's sarcastic exaggerations were going right over the heads of everyone at the table. I felt sorry for them. Example:

Unassuming Australian, trying to make conversation: "Tim, so have you ever tried Budweiser?"
Tim: I don't know, I think I tried it maybe once...

He also highly recommended that they all watch the show 'Jersey Shore.'


And in another instance, Mike "Turpentine" (that's what his friends back home call him, we liked it so it stuck) started talking about a person he had met in our hostel who was from Chicago. Now, the person he had met was clearly Tim, and Tim knew this. Eventually Turpentine figured it out but Maier had had a 15 minute conversation yesterday with him during the free walking tour. Maier jokingly told him that perhaps Tim should have been more obnoxious and got in fights during the tour so that he would be more memorable. The guy felt genuinely bad for forgetting Tim, and I don't think he quite got Maier's sense of humor. Anyhow, more documentation on this subject to come.

After having one more liter of beer to wash down our food, and Maier ingrained a "TDMAY" on the table so he can come back in 10 years and look at it for some reason. We decided to head back to the hostel, content with making it an early night. Once back, Tim our Australian friend Matt and I shared a few more adult beverages and talked about the differences between our respective countries. Matt was the man, and we managed to overcome our cultural differences to have a civilized conversation (JK he's only from Australia, cmon now mate).

There is one more notable thing from our night: the Argentinian dude we met. Let me preface this by saying that Maier was wearing his Lisandro jersey that he had bought in Lyon just to buy a Club Lyon jersey, having no idea who Lisandro is but buying the jersey purely on the basis of that he was the favorite player of the French employee we met in the store. Anyway this dude sees Maier's jersey and comes up to him and says that he has seen many beautiful women today, but this jersey is by far the most beautiful thing I have seen today (Lisandro is from Argentina, where futbol is on par with religion for much of the population). Maier, who has never seen Lisandro play, is forced to make general conversation about soccer in order to not admit that no, he would not even be able to recognize the guy if he walked into the bar. Luckily he was able to deflect questions with his decent knowledge of the European leagues, which I was impressed by.

Anyhow, it's going to be an early first night in Prague and then we will hopefully wake up tomorrow refreshed and ready to see some sights.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

oans, zwoa, g'suffa




It's now day 2 in Munich, Bavaria, Germany and things are continuing to go great. Last night's beer hall crawl, the beer challenge, was better than I expected. We went to 3 different beer halls including the world famous Hofbräuhaus. To give you all the basics, the group met at the train station where we were given a beer to drink while taking the U-Bahn (subway) to the first beer hall. We had a beer there, learned a little history, then walked across the street to the Hofbräuhaus where we had a huge (1 liter) of the Hofbräuhaus beer. It was great. The place is not a huge hit for tourists and locals alike for no reason. Some of the group also ordered food, which I'll address later. After our time at that hall was over we jumped back on the U-Bahn to go to the final hall where we had another beer. We then ended the tour at the bar in our hostel where we all had a final beer, a shot of jager, and all relaxed and hung out.

Although we were out drinking and I did bring the paper and pen with me, for a couple reasons there isn't much to show for the night in terms of writing. The first, we kind of forgot about it in all the fun of the evening. The second, although Dools and I spent much of the night with each other, we also did a pretty excellent job of not simply spending our night chatting by ourselves. We both spent a lot of time talking to our fellow travelers. The tour seemed to have mainly Americans, British, and Australians. I'm quickly learning that the Australians are inescapable on this tour as there are lots of them traveling. Fortunately, we have made fast connections with a lot of them and they're great. Anyway, here is the notes from last night, which I will actually take the time to explain unlike the last time. The bold items were added by me now and not actually included on the paper.

Paper from last night:
-English kid said he loves the Super Bowl? (And he was not mocking me)
- Dooley explains "Bro"-ing out to the Australians (When they asked if he was in a frat and he confirmed he was, one of the Australian girls, Claire, wanted to know if it was exactly like the show Greek. I told her yes, it's a documentary.)
-LTXC Ubahn (At one point our tour guide, the same girl from my walking tour earlier in the day, tried to get everyone to dance as we walked through the U-Bahn. Dooley and I pulled out the old LT variety show dance we performed with the cross country team.)

Unfortunately that was it for the note taking. Sorry. Anyway, that was about it for the night. No amazing stories that I can think of, but a great time with the other kids on the tour and back at our hostel bar. Mom and Dad, I know you told me to tell everyone I'm Canadian but the amount of people I've told that I'm from Canada remains at zero. What can I say, with Obama in charge (and racism a distant, almost laughable thing of the past, ) everyone loves hearing we're from Chicago. I'm not homophobic or anything, but I just can't tell people I'm Canadian.

I spent plenty of time talking with the Australians (Meg, Matt, Kate, and Clair), Owen from England, and some of the other Americans included a boy named Miles who is likely a few years older than us and a bit of an egotistical ass. Upon meeting Dools and I, Miles said "Hey, I don't want to get into a big convo about it or anything but if you guys are from Chicago, big Obama supporters?" After hearing we both voted for Obama, Miles decided his last statement was a complete lie as he wanted to talk about politicis all night. Sorry jackass, I didn't come to Europe to talk to Americans about back home. I enjoy talking to people from other countries about everything included politics even if they have completely opposite views to mine, but not this guy. We avoided him. He later in the night told me he had to say something to me later, I have no idea what this guy wanted, maybe he found me sexy (I was looking damn good last night) but I had no interest in finding out what this guy was talking about.

Like I said most of the time, I spent the night chatting with the others and particularly the Australians. Claire looked just like Leks Campesinos so I was in love. Unfortunately, all of the cuties on the tour had boyfriends back home. I know what you're thinking, "they lied," but you are both mean and wrong because I was working some great game. I even pretended to care about what they were saying and everything, but I suppose you can't win them all.

It ended up being a rather late night, with Dooley again deciding bed time was the ideal time to shine lights into our room. The kids a winner. I had every intention of sleeping in, and I did it, waking up at around 10:30ish or so and finally feeling caught up on sleep. Dooley wanted to catch the tour I went on yesterday morning, but he slept through it again. Fortunately there was an afternoon one he caught though, during which time I simply wandered around Munich by myself taking pictures and looking for the perfect beer stein to bring back to America with me. Whenever I have questions about buildings or where things are, I simply look for the most attractive local in sight, preferably not dudes, and ask them in German if they speak English. Most can at least well enough to help me out, and I am honored when I am mistaken by a local as German.

After all my walking around, it was time for some food. Earlier we had some spicy sausages together, but on my own at this point, I wandered into a small shop and got a pork sandwich on a nice bread roll. The pork was almost an inch thick and about the size of the palm of my hand. It was great. The Germans love to eat pigs, and tonight I plan on having a traditional German meal of pig's knuckle at the Hofbräuhaus. One of the girls got it last night and insisted I try a bit, it was delicious and I need to have my own tonight.

As I said, we are heading back to the Hofbräuhaus tonight for a relaxed evening of beer and German food with some of the Australians. I will try to make a great effort to maintain the note taking and try to get Dools to black out. He insisted on going drink for drink with me last night which I thought was a sure blackout for Dools but he held his own, and most of the Australians did not. I bumped into Matt and Claire while walking around today, both had succumbed to the dangerous, but not contagious, Irish flu.

We leave for Prague tomorrow.

Dooley Blackouts: 1 (still)

Monday, January 11, 2010

Celebrities, leaving France, and arrival in Munich

Lyon, France is not a top tourist destination. Especially for American tourists. Tim and I, on our way out of Lyon, made a discovery. Yes, its possible that this might not be true, but we were big time celebrities in Lyon. First of all, 2 girls with whom I was sharing a cigarette on the night we went out refused to believe that I was from the U.S. They wanted to see my I.D.

On our way to the train station yesterday morning, we stopped at Plaza Bellancour to take some pictures of a statue there. We got our pictures, but what we also got was a French gentlemen taking pictures of us. He had a pretty heavy duty camera, but Maier and I were puzzled as to why he would be wasting his pictures on us. Than it hit us: we were big time celebrities in Lyon. At that moment we were saddened that we wouldn't be staying in Lyon for one more day so that we could see the headlines on tomorrow's newspaper involving our visit.

Exaggeration aside, it was a little weird to have a random guy taking pictures of us, but we brushed it off and headed to the station of the high speed train (TGV). Once there, we found a Sport Store in the train station where Tim could buy a club Lyon soccer jersey, as his friend Rachel Kunz had recently told him that he didn't have enough of them. There was a bit of linguistic confusion as Maier attempted to ask the employee which player was the best, but he was very polite and with his broken English and my broken French we were able to determine that Lisandro was the fan favourite, and therefore the jersey Tim would be buying. We grabbed some chicken tomato sandwiches with baguette bread, and sat down. About three bites in we noticed the pockets of overpowering French mustard that were hidden throughout the sandwich. This both amused us as well as cleared our sinuses and made us take short breaks to pause and recover. I assure you, it is that strong.

Dooley went to go read, so I'll take over from here for a bit.

We took the train with little difficulty despite very real concern about our 9 minutes transfer window from one train to another in Strassburg, France. We made it, but unfortunately the second train was overbooked and therefore extremely crowded to navigate with our backpacks. The signs were written wrong so we got on the first train car instead of the last and had quite a time getting to the other side only to find people were in our seats. Fortunately, Dools and I had made reservations, so those seats were rightfully ours. Dooley told me to show the guy my ticket and the man looked at it, apologized, and grabbed his cane and proceeded to get up. I felt terrible, but as his stop was next, he was on his way off the train anyway. Crisis averted. It is also very impressive how much English the Germans know. Almost all citizens learn English in high school, and we are extremely thankful of that.

We arrived in Munich around 10 pm and got over to our hostel, checked in, dropped off our bags, and went in search of food and some sights. We achieved both, and with dinner each had our first pint of delicious German beer. It's the beer capital for a reason.

After exploring, we headed back to our hostel to have a few beers at the hostel bar and try to meet some of our fellow travelers. We didn't do a great job as it seems that Munich is a place where you go out for drinks quite early and head to bed at a reasonable time, which is a great system. The only people we met were a traveler from Louisiana who was, well, exactly as you would expect, but very nice, and a German girl named Regina. We talked with her for a while as she was very nice and we compared cultures a bit. I'm pretty sure she was hitting on both of us, but she left very abruptly which confused both of us. As she had the build of a girl who would be a great power hitter in softball, I can only assume she realized she needed to get in some swings at a 24 hour batting cage or something.

After a couple more beers, which were brewed only a couple blocks from our hostel, it was time for bed. Dooley and I are not in the same room, but are both in the top bunks of our respective neighboring rooms with windows just above the top bunks separating the rooms. I quickly noticed Dooley had made the choice to start shining his little flashlight into my 10 person dorm room. Why? I could not tell you, but it was quite humorous and I'm sure the girls in my room from Hong Kong were more than a bit confused.

We made very tentative plans to meet at 9:45 this morning to go on a free 3 hour walking tour around Munich. The tour guides simply work for tips, and it is a great program that I highly recommend. It's a series of NewEurope tours with the local one obviously being NewMunich. Our tour guide was a young New Zealander who had come here after she abandoned her profession as a lawyer and now makes her living here giving different tours with some paid and some just for tips such as the one tonight.

Anyway, Dooley told me last night that there was a good chance he may opt to skip the tour and catch up on sleep. He has on a couple occasions on this trip already used the line that we can sleep when we're dead so I feared that he was lifeless in his bed, but I don't want anyone to worry because my fears it turned out were surprisingly irrational. Dooley is alive, and I plan on drinking to that. (In Bavaria, no excuse to have a beer is too small.) Fortunately though, I slept for a decent amount on the train yesterday and as we only had a few beers last night in the bar, I was only fighting some exhaustion as opposed to any of the Irish flu, so I figured I could suck it up for this tour.

As I said, Dooley was not waiting for me in the lobby this morning after I ate breakfast, so I quickly became friends with some of the others in our hostel who were also waiting for the tour. These including a couple of Americans, a group of Australians, a Canadian, and a Brazilian (who later apologized to me about taking the Olympics from us). The Australians and Brazilian struggled in the cold and snowy weather and were amazed that me and the Canadian boy, Mike, had hardly any difficulty other than some cold feet (literally not figuratively) despite not wearing any long underwear or anything under our jeans. One of the Australian girls asked me multiple times how I could have on just boxers under my jeans and not be freezing. Needless to say she was impressed by my manliness, and I can only assume that she is thinking of me now.

The tour was great, and I learned quickly that Munich is far more than simply a place to drink beer, although I certainly plan on exploring the beer aspect soon. (Get over it Mom.) As I've recently become very fascinated by history for some reason, there was a lot to be obtained from today's tour especially regarding Double U Double U's 1&2. It was kind of surreal knowing that I was in some of the same places were Hitler rose to power and the Nazi party was started. I also got to see the Hofbrauhaus, Marienplats with the Glockenspiel, and several beautiful churches among other things. I'm trying to upload my pictures now, but I'm struggling to do it as the photo uploader on Picasa is not recognizing my camera for some reason despite the fact that I can see my photos on the computer, so that's great. Hopefully I'll figure it out soon. I won't bore you with all the details of the tour I took, but it was pretty amazing, and walking back to the hostel with my fellow travelers we all agreed it was definitely worth far more than what we paid for it, free.

Currently, it's about 3pm in Munich, so I'm going to try to go relax before Dooley and I try to go line our stomachs with sausages and bratwursts before heading to a beer hall. We're considering joining the Australians on a beer hall tour this evening given by the same group as the tour this morning. On the tour we'd pay 14 Euros to visit and learn about 4 of the local beer halls and obviously be given some pints of German beer and some Jagermeister along the way. I know my mother thinks anyone who ever has a shot probably has a drinking problem, but it's going to happen so call A&E and lets at least get me on the show "Intervention."

I'll work on the pictures, and I'm sure we'll have some fun stories to tell after this evening. We have 2 more nights in Munich and easy access to computers so those of you at work will hopefully have an easy time avoiding your actual jobs.

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Plan Cul Regulier

Before I begin this post I would like to start by saying please bear with me regarding any typos as I'm sure there will be some due to the different keyboard here in France. I look and feel like a 5 year old typing right now and there are some keys I don't know how to use.

The good news is you did indeed read that correctly, Monseiur Dooley and I arrived in France Friday morning. Only two days late, but our Eurotrip has finally gotten enjoyable. The good times and experiences lay ahead with both of us eager to see the sights, drink and party with some Europeans, hit up a few museums, and who knows maybe even start some family lineage overseas.

Anyway, our flight right after the last post went off with no problems and only minor delays. We were served an english muffin with egg and tomato on it and a spot of tea. The British seem very fond of tomatoes, eggs, onions, and tuna, but we were no longer fond of much that had to do with the British.

We arrived in France at about 11:00 am local time, picked up our bags and proceeded to look for a phone to call Yannick. After the phone situation in Heathrow we decided against using another pay phone, so we inquired the lady at the phone desk about making a local call. We know very little of the French language and it seems that the majority of the French do not know ours either, which is unacceptable as America is the greatest country in the world. Despite the language barrier the stunningly beautiful French chick dialed Yannick up for us, and we confirmed with him about where we were heading. Following our directions, we took a bus into the center of Lyon. Dooley could not stay awake on this bus trip either, but he can't be blamed for this. I would have fallen asleep too but after everything thats happened I was too paranoid we'd miss our stop.

We arrived at Part Dieu in Lyon about 45 minutes later to Yannick waiting for us with open arms. Hugs were exchanged but no kisses. Dooley remains faithful Megan, which if you knew the pair of Dools and Yannick as inseparable instant BFFs4EVA! in high school you would have been concerned. After Elwood was no longer able to host us due to getting in trouble for allowing other friends of his to crash in the empty dorm room next to him, Yannick stepped up and offered to let us stay with him at his grandparents in Lyon. They speak zero English so it was a fun/unique experience. I wasn't instantly convinced they couldn't speak English so in as nice of a tone as possible I tested their honesty and patience by insulting everything from the French military to croissants. Yannick was right, they had no clue about English. They were both very nice, and his grandmother is exceptionally sweet. She made us café upon our arrival which we drank to be good guests despite the desire for a nap over caffeine.

After arriving to their apartment, Yannick took Dooley to get a new toothbrush and then we both passed out on the floor so that we could later enjoy our first evening in Lyon. After Yannick woke us up, we cleaned ourselves up and headed to meet up with Elwood at a small pub. After a couple beers we decided to head to a little more happening bar. Lyon is amazingly beautiful with amazing architecture, churches, and sculptures around each turn. Lyon was stunning in the day, and amazing at night during a light snowfall, which is rare in southern France. (Many pictures were taken, but unfortunately I can not upload them now as I forgot to bring the cord to connect the camera to the internet cafe.) As promised we indeed brought pieces of paper and pens with us to the pubs, bars, and clubs we visited last night and I will post exactly what those have written on them by the four of us, and only omit some of the English foul language that gentlemen of our stature should not be using.

BAR NOTES
  • Yannick = engaged
  • Elwood just said "She's not ready for the Wood"
  • Plan Cul Regulier
  • Cochonne
  • Shots done to Yannick being engaged
  • Need to introduce Yannick to Passion Pit songs
  • We switched bars to a place called New York City Bar?
  • Yannick vs Elwood beer drink off
  • Yannick tries to correct the paper that it should be vses not vs
  • In Britain he's right, in USA, screw him
  • the song Black Betty is played (Yannick's 2nd fav song)
  • At 22:49 (1049pm) Yannick says "f*** you" to all of us because our American English as opposed to British English got him bad grades when he was an exchange student at LT. 3 minutes ago he told us how much he loved us all.
  • Yannick, Elwood, Tim, and Dools finish 35% of jklmfdjqklfjdmlsqjfdklmsqjfdklqsjf (It doesnt actually say that but the rest is nonsense scribbling Dooley wrote and when asked what it said immediately upon finishing it he responded "I don't know, I can't read that")
  • I know you can't look upwards right now but Dooley can't write anymore because he's hammered!
  • Clementine is awesome because she's the nicest girl on earth because she took a picture of us
  • hello, it was a pleasure to take picture of your good friends!! They are funny and I hope you are enjoying your life!! - Clementine
  • Man was wearing a very regular white vest, Dools says "WTF is with this guys vest." All are confused.
  • Maier has kissed 2 French girls (One was an 8 and the other was a 5)

That concludes our notes from the evening. Fortunately I escaped it as intended, but obviously Dooley has added his first blackout on the trip and we will now begin to keep a counter on our posts to show his progress. I'll now let Dooley fill you in on the events that have transpired today.

After getting back to Yannicks grandparents' house at 630 this morning, we all four fell asleep in what probably added up to about 11 seconds. Yannick took the bed; we three passed out on the floor, the pads Tim and I commandeered from Heathrow coming in handy. Yannick then woke us up (just Tim and I as Elwood had bounced) at the crack of noon to eat a delicious French lunch that his grandmother had made us. Yannicks uncle would be joining us.

Still a bit hungover, Mrs Yannick rolled out the red carpet for us with a four course meal that included some kind of pumpkin keish that Mr and Mrs Yannick had actually grown themselves at their farm house where they stay during the summer. For the entree we had sausage, hot dogs and cabbage, and then of course, some fine wine and cheese to finish off the meal. I don't remember the name of the cheese, but it was quite amazing (quite a few notches above American) and went really well with the red wine we were enjoying. This brought the table to a rather interesting discussion about the difference between wine use in France as opposed to the US. Tim informed the table that the previous summer he had a glass of wine with dinner some nights, for which his mom jokingly accused him of having a problem. I told Yannick and his uncle that in order for an American high school student on a school trip to France or Spain to enjoy a glass of wine with dinner, his or her parents would have to sign a waiver. This bewildered them both.

Sleeping situation

After lunch we said goodbye to Yannick. Our exact words were: See you in two to three years. Next, we had to find a hostel for the night, since Yannick was returning to Paris at 3 today. Yannick's uncle hooked us up with a hostel on a hill featuring a magnificent view overlooking the city, and even drove us there. We checked in, took a short nap, and headed to the town centre to meet with Elwood. Since phone contact is difficult for us we simply arranged to meet up with him at 5:00 outside of a subway stop. We arrived a bit late (530) and Elwood was nowhere to be found as we later discovered there was a problem with the subway near him. We waited until 615 before abandoning hopes to reconnect with Elwood to no avail. We will meet him again in Prague. We chose to spend the rest of the evening walking around the busy town streets and venturing into some stores including one selling rather nice pieces of art from local artists. We then made a trip over to the American Embassy (McDonalds) for some hamburgers. Tim's was on flatbread. Also notable, they give you the option of having a packet of what I'm pretty sure is mayo to go with your fries instead of ketchup and the royal with cheese was also on the menu.

We are currently in an internet cafe to check e-mail and update our blog before we walk back through the busy city to our hostel to get to bed early and catch up on some much needed sleep.

Our time in France has been short but great. We board a train tomorrow for Munich shortly after noon tomorrow.

Dooley Blackouts: 1

Friday, January 8, 2010

27 Hours at the Terminal

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Wednesday, January 6, 2010

London?

It's been an interesting last 24 hours. As the title of this post suggests, we are not currently staying with Elwood in Lyon, France, nor will we be (I'll explain later). I'm going to try to explain the last day or so as best as I can in chronological order explaining the relative chaos that has been at the beginning of our trip.

Dooley and I each left for France yesterday with plans to reunite in the London airport. I watched the movie 'Paper Heart' with Michael Cera on the plane. It was decent, if you like him a lot, see it, but I'm not sure you'll make it all the way through. It's pretty slow. Also, I chose the beef meal option. I'd recommend the chicken.

That first part went fine enough, but that was the extent of the things that went according to plan. I arrived a little late into London but still should have had plenty of time to get to my next flight with Dools. Unfortunately I arrived in a blizzard and over half of the days flights were canceled, which included not only our initial flight but also our secondary flight. Needless to say the airport was filled with angry and irrational people. To some extent it was pretty humorous. Some people just don't seem to realize that yelling at the young baggage boy is not going to clear the runway. Dooley even took some pictures of the chaos, and I would have too, but I'm awesome and therefore left my brand new camera on my table at home. Yay. Oh well, fortunately Ali needed a new camera so her birthday comes a bit early because I'll be purchasing a new one for the reasons explained in my previous post.

Anyway, currently I'm sitting in the hotel they have put us up in for the night in London. We figured we'd make the best of it, free hotel in London with vouchers for free meals tonight and tomorrow morning, we could handle that. Unfortunately we're simply a little bit off the track from the London anyone would care to see. I saw only office buildings on the bus ride over (none of the Harry Potter type London I wanted to see), and Dooley nearly fell into the aisle of the bus as he fell asleep. Seriously. We had a pretty excellent buffet dinner at the hotel though so at least that helped us out.

Dooley is currently passed out, so I think it's time that I go join him. In separate beds. We've had a string of excellent luck and have no idea when our flight is rescheduled for currently as we can not get through on the phone or online due to complications I don't care to explain as others want to use the computer. We're planning on heading back to the airport at 4:45am. There are 3 flights tomorrow, so hopefully we'll make it to France soon.

Cheerios.

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

We're too excited to sleep

So last night I actually struggled to sleep a bit because of being anxious for this trip. I leave for the airport in a couple hours after I have dinner with my parents and sister Ali. I haven't yet decided whether my parents should be told about this blog, but they probably should be so that they don't think I'm simply planning a 2+ week European bender as I'm actually very interested in seeing the sights and doing plenty of the cliche tourist stuff. With that in mind, anyone with tips of things to see please post a comment with that advice, and thank you to people like Patrick and Jackie who have already provided lots of good tips.

I purchased a camera for this trip yesterday because obviously it's a trip where I should take a lot of pictures to remember it, and Dooley said that he wasn't planning on bringing one. For the sake of parents, friends, girlfriends, and most importantly ourselves we should take a lot of pictures. Fine I don't currently have a girlfriend, but seeing as how I am planning on being engaged by summer, I will soon enough. (I have to beat out Scott and Kmac.) Also, Megan Christenson was considering joining us for this trip, but upon hearing I was coming, she decided she had no interest in traveling with Dooley and myself. It would have been great to have her with us, but after having Shannon and Jared crash with Trent and I for the last week, I think traveling through such romantic places may have caused non alcohol induced vomiting which I can not afford.

Anyway, here is a link to the web album that I will do my best to maintain throughout the trip:
Photos
(Currently it's just a couple pictures of my apt that I took to test the camera/web uploading, but if it doesn't work, post that in the comments and I'll try to fix it.)

Well I think that's about it for now because I should start getting ready to go to dinner. Dooley and I will be meeting at about noon local time in London tomorrow where we'll kill some time before jumping on a flight to Lyon, France to see Elwood. Chances are slim to zero, but I plan on spending my short time in London searching for Leks Campesinos! who many of you may simply know as my gchat picture.

Dan has already created chaos as he no longer has any intention of meeting us at the airport and so we are hoping to find our way to him. He also has other guests now and may be in trouble for housing them because it is against the rules. We are planning on staying with him so this may not be great for us. Mrs. Kathy Elwood has given me his new debit card which will be used to provide our stay in the case that Elwood doesn't. I know I promised you I would hug your son Mrs. E, but that's not happening anymore after your son's comically predictable shenanigans.

To clarify for those of you following our journey at home with push pins and yarn on a map, I am in Chicago and Dooleys is in D.C. By my next post we will be in Lyon, France via London.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Background

The trip is now quite readily approaching with the January 5th departure date only two days away so I decided it would probably be a good time to start this blog. This is my first attempt in the blogging world, and I think it's likely that it will end upon my return to the US on January 21st. I'm not going to promise that it will be great or that I will post everyday but I'll try to update as regularly as possible, and hopefully Dooley will make some posts too.

I'm hoping and assuming that traveling with Dooley and having Elwood join us in Prague and host us in France should provide for plenty of stories. To start with, I'm hoping that Elwood and his 40 year old girlfriend will be waiting for us when we arrive in Lyon. (Fine she's 24 but she could pass for 40 easy) Also, several people have mentioned that we may not be able to recall some of the better things that happen due to our nightlife plans especially considering Dooley's goal "to black out more times than the number of days we're in Europe." (I'm not at all on board with hangovers every morning.) As a result, we will be attempting to bring a pen and some paper or a little notebook for the purpose of writing down what we deem are high points in the night regardless of how stupid we look doing it. Ideally, we'll be posting word for word everything our inebriated minds think up regardless of what those things are.

The basic plan for our trip is to go to Lyon, Munich, Prague, and finally Barcelona. Also, I wanted to take a few seconds to explain the title of this blog. I decided to go with the current title because of events after my last trip to Europe back in high school. Like any normal person I wanted to share some of the interesting things that happened with my friends. It led to relentless/ridiculous mocking from Stu Karaffa and especially Stojic that persists to this day. It is over 6 years later. I have mature friends. Therefore, this blog is entirely dedicated to Stojic to guarantee that I'm already off the hook for being mocked upon my return.

Hopefully I'll post on the departure day as my flight is not until 10:30PM.