Cologne, Amsterdam, & Bruges,

  Now, before I left off I do believe we were about to enter into the magical chocolate museum of Cologne. Cologne/Koeln/Köln (to the unexperienced, such a diversity of spelling may be confusing at train stations, “We’re supposed to be going to Cologne, where the heck is Köln?!” But again, that only happens to the…

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Troubles and the Alpine Heights

Sitting on the floor in the basement luggage room of the hostel surrounded by my packing cubes, I wonder how this could’ve happened. “It wasn’t there” said Kathryn. Shit. Not in the kitchen, but then again I knew it wouldn’t be there to begin with. She sits down next to me. I’m looking at the…

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