I somehow felt liberated, using Twitter in write-only mode during the last two weeks. Switching back to read-write mode tomorrow.
Finger printed, photographed, inspected, stamped, arrived. And... same gray and wet weather I was so happy to leave behind.
Last supper of a great European blitz trip. Packing a lot more, both matter and memories, than I left SF with ten days ago.
The time-space travel really is starting to mess up my health. Or maybe it's just the Northern European cold I am no longer used to.
Underwent my Wii initiation and it wasn't pretty. Got some serious ass whooping by 11 year old Bastian.
Woke up embarrassingly late, to find the Germans still dub non-German films in 2009. Amusing as always.
Babylonian countdown to the New Year. German, Danish, Spanish, Dutch, and English conversations are blending smoothly, spurred by cocktails.
It's good to see those Benzes and Bimmers being used on the Autobahn the way they should be: for speeding, not pimping.
Impatient New Year celebrators have started to light up the fire crackers. Leaving for Dortmund shortly, so missing out on the pandemonium.
Feeling like a newborn, after taking a hot sauna, and then swimming under a clear and freezing sky barely lit by the new moon.
It's cold enough for the canals to freeze over. Speed skates are being sharpened and tours are getting scheduled. http://twitpic.com/xwzq
Slowly waking up, musing on last night's catching up with the past and present, while sipping on tea to ease a nagging hangover.