05.09.2009 53 °F
Well, well. This looks to be my last night here in Copenhagen. It has been a good trip.
I have biked the streets of Copenhagen, walked the streets of Paris, Prague, Arhus, Madrid, Oslo, toured the scarred battlefields of Verdun, drank fine Champagne in Reims, drank beer cheaper than water in the Czech Republic (literally), I've played football professionally, I've knocked a French woman to the ground in Paris (her fault), I've visited the Royal Palaces of Denmark, France and Spain, I've stared at Da Vinci's Mona Lisa, Picasso's Guernida, dozens of Monet's Impressionist paintings, saw the skeleton ring the bell at the astronomical clock in Prague, climbed the rocks of the Czech Republic, rode an overnight train, rode two overnight busses, two overnight ferries, I fell asleep to gunshots in my apartment one night, fell asleep to the train every other night, drove through Luxembourg, I've learned to cook a little, clean occasionally, saw a soccer game, visited countless museums, taken numerous walking tours, and done a little school work as well. All in all I made it to eight different countries. But I am ready to head back to my favorite one.
Thanks for reading...