So, I’m back on the bus. I was only supposed to be in Germany/Switzerland for a few weeks and it turned into a month. I have a Switzerland nostalgia and a Berlin hang-over. Seriously. Never have so many people in one major city not worked, yet had copious amounts of money for drinks and cash for drugs. My head hurts, but in a way that was worth it. There were French Poets and angry downstairs neighbors. A bath story so funny, I can’t even imagine how I would write it. B-movie stars. Lots of coffee. More cigarettes. Walking and groceries. Excess. I missed Europe and got to revisit my innocence while I was there. Before 8-months in Spain. Before China. Before, well, everything. I left the States at 22, I lost my virginity at 19 – so the last time I had walked the Wall, it had been in wide-eyed wonder. What’s out there? I don’t know, but I’d like to find out. And I did – a little at least. Found that what was out there was a whole lot of what’s in here – but the important lesson is that I found that out.