It’s 10:30pm, and it’s clear that my body doesn’t really know what to think at this point.

Rostock today. Subway, McDonalds, even TK-Maxx. I learned how to buy coffee, and how to apologize to people in the grocery store when being inadvertently stupid and American. And somehow there’s an espresso machine in the flat now, but we’re lacking any sort of tamp. Little frustrated there.

The trouble with any sort of travel is.. well. There’s always so many ways to look at so many things. I cite an earlier entry for this; stopping at any given point in time (while being free to move about myself, which is what, adding on another dimension? I’m fuzzy in this area) would be fantastic.

However, it would mean an overwhelming amount of takes to step through when it’s all over. I can’t handle this sort of volume as it is. :)