What a day. The keyboard layout is different in Germany. Who'd a thunk it? This is going to take me forever to type.

Okay, anyway. So sixteen hour plane flights suck. There's no getting around that one. It was a pretty empty flight from Seattle to Toronto, but Toronto to Munich was packed. Toronto Airport needs some videogames or something. It' a sterile environment. I went to the bathroom a lot, just cuz there really isn't anything else to do. There were a few cute girls there, but they had the unfortunate fashion sense to accessorize with wedding bands, so I skipped that. So on the Packed Toronto flight to Munich, I got seated next to Mr angry Austrian man. Not a lot of conversation there. He got the arm rest. Hoarded the free mini alcohol bottles. Was outraged at the state of Airplane cuisine. And was just grumpy. The first thing he said to me was, "If the plane is not full, you will move elsewhere to sit, right." I slept a good chunk of the time, so that helped.

Munich is beautiful. The subway machine didn't like any of the money I had to offer it, so that took a while to get past. I walked through the downtown area on my first little wondering adventure, just to get the lay of the land, and I accidentily hit all the places I was supposed to go according to my little guide book. Good intuition, or masterful city planning?

I hit the former Nazi party headquarters, which is all done up like the acropolis. Had a lunch of sausages, saurkrout, mashed potatoes and mustard with a half liter of weissbier at the Hofbrau Haus, which is accross from the Hard Rock Cafe--that was taugh decision. I woulda Dug a hard rock cafe Munich T-shirt.

Then I went to a museum and saw a bunch of lousy paintings, and a few that were truly exquisite. The Van Gogh just ripped me to shreds. Truly amazing. Whenever I see one of his paintings, it really hits me. You can feel how hurt he was. How the whole world looked blue and trappped, no matter how beautiful. The prints of his work just don't do that. It's like the emotion is trapped in the canvas itself. Prints on dorm room walls always feel cheery and boring--like bob ross with some crucial tubes empty.

For the record, Rembrandt still sucks.

I had a couple lattes and chatted up the barista for a while. Then I found an Inline skate fest going on. The strange thing about the skate fest was that no one was running it. It was just hapening. They had a half pipe up, and a sign on it which pretty much said skate at your own risk, and people just did. What would America be like if we didn't have law suits?

You know you can still drive as fast as you want here on the autobahn, but your insurance isn't liable if you crash going over 150 km/h. Strange, huh? Just a little trivia.

I'm taking the 11:50 pm train to Prague tonight. That way I can have another night with poor sleep. I smell a record coming.

Another thing. There a few really common archtypes for the Munich girls. At first I though I was accidentily stalking a couple of them. But it turns out I wasn't, unless she's a good quick-change artist.

I keep trying to work on Tricia's mix CD in my head. It'll be two months before I could even begin actual work on it, and that's what I keep thinking about. Sometimes I wish I had some small smidge of control over my own brain. Oh to dare to dream.

That's all for now. Love you all.