Phase 1. The airport.

   Plane to Shannon taking of in 38 min. Do not think of that scene from Final Destination. Or Fight Club. Or snakes on a plane. But its ok to think of my dream movie "Sharks in a Car". Plan? no plan. The itinerary looks like this: Ireland. London. Berlin. With these two broads. (Colleen Evanson & Liz Riv)  Thats the goal anyways. No place to stay confirmed and enough on my back to survive. Incredible. 

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This may be completely unnecessary  but it cant hurt, ha, of course I am back in America where  have started a window cleaning business but just until I have enough cash to start learning how to DJ...all while going to school. 

As for the future of this blog, I suppose this is my last entry. After all, it was not about me. It was about the things that happened to me and I am back in Suburbia. No worries, I am having a ball. ;-)

         - gw

Stranded?

Allright, so, here I am in Nijmegan awaiting my airplane tickets. How terribly suspensful this is. Andrew leaves his host family at 4:00 am on monday morning. I am at his host famlies now. do you see the rising action here?

Ill let you know.

Nijmegan.

Unbelievable. This bunny named Elmo has still not moved. Hello friends and family. I am in Heemskert once again staying with the always cool Caleb, but only for a few hours. I am getting ahead of myself though, lets start where I left off. So I had a wonderful time in Paris, I climbed to the top of the Eiffel tower. I mean really, I climbed it as high as I could on the stairs. After my climb I then endured the most mortifying elevator ride in my life. The experience was pretty cool, but interestingly enough nobody speaks Frence on top of the Eiffel tower. Unfortunately the catacombs were closed on Monday but I assume a few years from now there will be a next time. I keep on thinking how great it would be to come to Europe with family. Someday :-) So I said goodbye to my wonderful host ( Enguerran ) and got on the train to Nijmegan. Andrews little town ( Lindem ) just outside of Nijmegan is adorable. His home was once a barn and has been converted into a very beautiful and spacious home. Nijmegan itself is the 5th largest city on The Netherlands and looks like a perfect little backlot of some Hollywood studio. It is something like over 1000 years old. Yesterday Andrew, Hima, and I headed to Amsterdam for the last time cause Andrew went to the Radiohead concert. Me and my friend Hima just hung out in the city. I do believe I saw some of the most absurd things I have ever seen last night in Amsterdam...and to think it was only a Tuesday night. In fact, for the first time Europe shocked me last night. But nevermind that. I only say nevermind that because to think about those absurd happenings would put a damper on this beautiful stormy day in Heemskert. My scene right now is rather safe. Here in Amsterdam the word "safe" means "chill". In fact, let me guide your gaze the the photo on the top left that accompanies this entry. Ha, everyone of these cats are from different places. Columbia, Holland, Belgium, Chile, California, etc... Allright so I am off to Nijmegan now so I will update again tomorrow. Also from there I can call the Embassy. Again, thank you Mom and Dad for helping me get back to America. Marianne I love you so much but if you left my Macbook in your car I will step on Sissy. Andrew, I got you some radical things in Paris. In fact, I got you two things just dont tell anyone else in the family, ok? Randy and Jessica I will I cant wait to see my new Niece and the only thing standing in my way is that ticket making it here to Nijmegan. Mom, I hope that puts the fire under your butt ;-) Oh hey Mike&Eric, I remember when I lived with you guys you did not have salt and pepper shakers for some reason, or you needed new ones, I dont quite remember. Point is, whatever your salt and pepper shaker situation is now, its about to get a whole lot cooler with something I found for you guys in Brussels :-) I hope you all had a smashing time at the girls birthday party. I look forward to seeing the 4,395,658 photos that were taken.

I miss you all and Ill see you soon enough.

Ratatouille.

Paris is being as friendly as ever to me once again, I had a beautiful last 2 days. Andrew and I snooped around the cemetary again, this time we were hell bent on finding Jim Morrison. His fan base is pretty radical, and not the good kind of radical. I feel bad for all famlies gravestones who lie within 500 feet of Morrisons grave, they have all had Doors lyrics carved into them for the past 37 years. My new host Engurran is so radical. He is the pinnical of brilliant Couch Surfing host. Last night he made Andrew and I true Frence ratatouille, then after dinner he played us some Frence classics on his guitar. Andrew has actually departed to Nijmegan and I have decided to stay in Paris for the weekend, I will be in Nijmegan on Monday night. There is still some things that I would love to see ( The Catacombs, Versille... ) so I am an independent boy in Paris. Oh, and today it was funny how things worked out. I have never seen a bigger even in my life then what I attended today. It just so happens that Paris gay pride was today! There were people as far as the eye can see! Paris has a gay mayor so naturally the citizens are pretty progressive on the issue of homosexuality. So, unlike America, it was not just gays that attended the massive bash but everyone in Paris. I ran int my incredible first couch surfing hosts at pride and to my suprise there was a couch surfing get-together that I had no idea about. Now I am at one of the couch surfers flats in Paris and were about to go out for the night. Thats how its been so far here in Europe, igs as though im in an ocean of brilliant people just going where it takes me, you dig? Allright we had better ger a move on. Until next time. Hey thanks so much Mom & Dad ( and no Andrew thank heavens they did not get the camera :-) for helping me right now. Ill call tomorrow. Later.

Mugged.

Yesterday in Paris was as wonderful as it was rotten. Andrew and I went over to our friends sean flat and baked some very classy frence frozen pizza. After that we wandered through the historical Père Lachaise Cemetery until it closed for the night. A few hours later we took the night bus and were approached by ' druggies who tried to sell me some hash and Valume. When I said no thank you one of them took out a knife and told me he would kill me if I did not give him my day bag. Oh boy, Je' Taime Paris. So yes, I am out an I-pod, my plane tickets back to America, my radical steel wallet, my drivers licence, my speakers, 50 percent of my REI bag, and a slew of other things. What matters most is that I got away with the important things, My life, my passport, and my credit card. And I have got something that those punks will never have, an amazing family whos got my back ;-)

P.S. Hey mom this is for you, this is Andrews Adress in Nijmegen.

krommenhoek 8
linden (cuijk); NL
5439 NE

Foux de fa fa.

Ello. I said hello like that because everyone thinks I am a German, and Germans say that. I know this because I am staying with a German guy now here in Paris. He is a couchsurfer like Andrew and I.

Paris is beautiful. I cannot say that enough. Its absurd.

Now I understand what all the rage is about. Today I entered Notre Dam and it was stunning. Paris is hands down the most incredible place I have seen in Europe. I have gotta make this quick! I am in an internet cafe a few blocks from the Mouilan Rouge, Paris is dope. We are meeting a Canadian named Sean in a few minutes! Until next time...