7/29/09 We are on the train from Prague to Innsbruck, stopping in Munich. Prague was a beautiful, historic city, and it was very intriguing to get a glimpse at Eastern Europe. Since it was high tourist season, there were many shops set up around the main streets. The key merchandise that we encountered included an assortment of marionettes, fancily dressed cat and dog embroidered pillows, and absinthe ice cream cones…strange place. Huge churches, old build...

July 28th also Still being fairly novice Eurail Pass users, we had visited the Paris de Nord train station the previous day to check train times and see whether we needed a reservation to take the night train to Prague. There, we discovered that we did not need a reservation. Not yet. In fact, we couldn't make one until we got from Paris de Est. to Frankfurt am Main, predicted to arrive at about 21:00. Based on physical layout alone, the Frankfurt am Main...

July 27th In Paris, a city that I had known little about in comparison to my lovely companion, Katie, we experienced quite the unveiling of unanticipated things. Our train arrived late in the evening, our arrival instigating our initial introduction (love the assonance there) to Paris's transportation system, or as I may choose to refer to it; the 8th circle of hell. Given more time in Paris, this title would most likely not have sustained, but from my limit...

July 25th, 2009 I just peed on France, literally. The toilet on my first ever European train goes straight through to the tracks below. This, however, was not my first French experience after departing from the Dover to Calais fairy. First, we didn't have any Euros yet, so we walked to town instead of taking the bus. Second, we got heckled by some Frenchmen, obviously an immediate occurrence in France.Third, we wandered around in attempts to find the tra...

July 22nd or maybe July 23rd (I have no idea what time it is), 2009 I slept for three hours last night, and I was feeling frustrated beyond belief about my inability to find a comfortable position on this six hour and twenty minute flight, conveniently equipped with screaming children at each end of the aircraft. Then I remembered: Holy crap! I'm on my way to Iceland for the day! The instant boost of excitement caused by that single thought elicited enough ...