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ERIK'S
WANDER OF EUROPE |
| Tuesday 31 | |||
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8:40 – Awe. I’m leaving. It is so sad. I’ve done so much but I think I am ready to come home. I set the alarm for 6:40 (I think I had my best night of sleep on this trip last night, probably because I walked so much yesterday. My feet are still sore.) and I went to the bathroom to change and wash my face. After using the toilet I went back to my room to grab a towel to wash my face with. In the meantime someone jumped into the bathroom, with my clothes still in there! I was freaking out, what if he took a half hour shower and I missed my train because my clothes were locked in the bathroom? Would I have to come home in my pajama shorts? I waited 10 minutes and he still hadn’t gone into the shower so I knocked on the door and asked him for my clothes. (I am wearing my new linen pants and Love Parade shirt. My only clean clothes.) We stopped by the front desk to drop off the key and grabbed our food from the refrigerator. We walked briskly to the train station (it was already hot out) and bought the train ticket. Rick Steves said the price was 16,000, so I saved that much, but it was 1,000 more so I had to bum some from Jade, and it was 7:15; 5 minutes to spare before our train departed. Little did we know the track was way the freak at the other end of the station. Walking as fast as we could, we made it just as the doors closed behind us. Knap! I ate my huge strawberry yogurt and a few pre-packaged croissants for breakfast on the half hour train ride. The girl in front of me had some toy that would yodel every time we hit a bump. We arrived at the airport and wandered around the moving sidewalks for only 2o minutes before figuring out where we needed to check in. There was no line so it was painless. We thought we could do our tax-free stuff here, but we need to wait until Amsterdam when we actually leave Europe. So Now I am just killing time in a cafeteria until we head over to our gate. I think I will eat another crappy croissant. 12:40 – I wandered around a bit in the airport and went to the bookstore. I wasn’t planning on buying anything but I found a really cool European snowboarding magazine, “Onboard.” It had a nice article on longboarding (I can’t wait to get home and do that.) and so I bought it with my mom’s credit card, I hope she doesn’t mind. After going through the metal detector some lady asked me if I had a few moments for a survey. I said yes and she asked me all kinds of questions about my stay in Italy, like where I stayed and how much I spent; so I told her. After doing some leg stretches, I boarded the plane. I ate some crappy chicken, some chocolate, read my mag, failed at a crossword puzzle, read a newspaper, and I am still on the plane. But I think we are about to land in Amsterdam. “Prepare for landing, stow your table, and put your seat in the full upright position. 14:25 – I made it through Amsterdam, got my tax-free money and now I am just waiting for this air crate to take me home. Enough writing because everything will be boring from here on out. … and, I am coming home. I’m trying to think of which CD I will listen to first when I get home. Probably Coldplay. 19:19 – I spent the last 3 hours re-reading my entire journal. Dang, what an amazing trip. So (sadly) I think my trip has ended. “Erik’s Wander through Europe” is over. Time to return home. THE END
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" The girl in front of me had some toy that would yodel every time we hit a bump." |
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| Tuesday 31 |