Nov 12, 2006 10:43 PM
I don't know the next time I'll be in Austria. It's amazing here. I've never been anywhere quite like it. The buildings are ridiculously with form and function. The people here are more friendly than any others I've encountered. The water, it's pure as one could ever want. The people. The songs. The city sings. I'm in Vienna now. Jack left for Florence a few hours ago, and I just got back from the concert of a lifetime.
The concert itself was amazing. Nothing like NIN or Tool or any of that. No. This was much different. It's a deeper classical feeling. Operatic contradictions like white widows and tropical polar bears all rolled into one. There were my good friends Mozart and Strauss. And my favorite delicacies of first violinists and cellos. No no. This was nothing like I've ever seen or heard. The music itself was able to play with the mind, raising spirits and emotions with it and around it. I was hardly dressed for the occasion but I never expected to end up in a room that Mozart had once performed in, along with his sister. Words fail me.
Munich was a cool city I guess. A lot of punk kids and too much hip for me. Too much cool.
Jack and I caught a train for Vienna day before yesterday and arrived later in the afternoon. My hostel rocks by the way. It's way chill and the coolest kids are staying there. Really, the two coolest kids in the whole world are staying there. I was typing away on the computer when all of a sudden Jack comes around the corner and says, "tad I have to tell you something."
"What Jack?" I ask him.
And out of nowhere, Mike and Meg are standing there grinning like their feet don't stink. It was, to say the least, the most joyous reunion and pleasant surprising I'd had in the longest time and two thanksgivings ago. Those crazy kids didn't even know that we would be meeting up a few days later when we left them in Berlin. We talked for hours and decided today we would cruise the Wien, Austria together. I never thought I would be so happy to see someone I had only met and left not four days earlier. I'd better go meet them in the hostel though, they stayed here tonight and we're going to go to the catacombs tomorrow. And then, Who knows!?
Tad
Today I would like to thank Casey my sister for giving me the pride of being her brother. She's doing terrifically in school now, in case I hadn't mentioned it, and her volleyball team is rocking socks off all over the place. I miss you sister!
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Germany Part 1Ö This keyboard has all the wrong keys
Nov 10, 2006 7:59 PM
Yes, itäs true, this kezboard has all the wrong keys. For instance, the y is replaced by a z. So zouäll have to excuse mz funnz lettering. also, the apostrophe is actuallz this ä or quotation marks are this Ö. Its difficult.
Yes, itäs true, this kezboard has all the wrong keys. For instance, the y is replaced by a z. So zouäll have to excuse mz funnz lettering. also, the apostrophe is actuallz this ä or quotation marks are this Ö. Its difficult.
Zesterdaz was Berlin! What a fantastic Citz! Jack and I took a walking tour of the sights and were both thorougly impressed. I saw the small remaining part of the wall itself. We also saw the Reichstag, which is actuallz called somethign else now. Iäm not quite sure what. We saw the opera house and the holocaust memorial and Hitleräs Bunker. Hitleräs Bunker is actuallz filled in with concrete now and had an apartment complex built over the top of it. haha. Also, the Bunker of his second in Command was filled in with sand. Thezäre going to wait and vote on wether or not to open it to the public. In 30 zears. Since it was Jackäs big 19th birthdaz we went out on the town. There were the two NICEST American kids stazing in our dorm room. Thez were bz far the coolest people weäve met on this trip. Mike and Meg were their names, just recentlz married and out of highschool. What crayz fun kids. We started talking and immediatelz decided that since it was Jackäs birthdaz we would make a night of it.
And so, we set off! Without anz worries, at all. First we ate at a piyya joint, which was verz good! It was the first time I had eaten at a restaurant since I left home. What an occassion. We talked the hours awaz and decided we should see Borat.
Bz far, one of the funniest movies Iäve ever seen. Zou all must see it! Once zou have seen it, zouäll realise how incredible awkward some of the scenes from the movie were, seeing as how we were in Berlin Germanz! Those same parts, Jack, Mike, Meg and I were the onlz ones in the theater laughing! Haha. Oh it was fun times. I also bought some cherrie candies that turned out to have reallz strong liquor in each one. It was gross and I threw them all out. Then we all went back to the Hostel and watched a movie and fell asleep. What fun times!
That next daz we took the walking tour and were going to take the night train to Munich but found out that on Thursdaz nights from 6 to 10 all the museums have free entrz! What sights to behold! Berlin has an entire island called ÄMuseum IslandÄ crayz huh? The most impressive museum had full scale reconstructions of some of the most amaying architectural constructions Iäve ever seen. The altar of Pergamon (I think thatäs how zou spell it). It was amaying. Also, a gigantic reconstruction of the Gates of Babzlon! Amasing to saz the least! Thez onlz had bits and pieces of the original gate. But think of it, One of the seven ancient wonders of the world towering super high into the skz! (Or into the roof of the museum in this case) It was absolutelz amaying! How awesome was it that jack and I just so happen to Be in Berlin on November the Ninth, a thursdaz, Exactlz 17 zears after the collapse of the Berlin wall. Wow. Wow. Wow.
Well weäre in Munich now, and headed for Austria and Arnold. Iäll be sure to keep zou all updated!
Tad
Sandanavia Part 2: Something a little different
Nov 9, 2006 6:03 PM
Hello Everyone!
The list of people that my emails are reaching continues to grow! Wow! And, as always, if you were added to this list by mistake or don't want to hear about my adventures anymore, just send me an email with the subject titled "remove" and you will be removed from the list.
That settled. I'm going to try something different for this email. It's more of an experiment. Because I'm lazy, and can't remember exactly what happened after Narvik and the Northern Lights I am going to tell you guys a story. It started out as one of my daily journal entries (So please don't laugh :P) and ended up being something entirely different.
Before I get started I would like you all to know that I am in Berlin on November 9th. For those of you that don't know how important a day November 9th is, Especially for Berlin. You'll just have to go and look it up.
Here we go :)
Th 11-02-06 19.21 Boden-->Stockholm
It's been one of those weekend. One of those weekends that starts on a Monday and ends with an overnight train to Stockholm Thursday. ONe of those weekends I thank God for the breath in my chest. The last few days have been what dreams are made of....EDIT
It's the night with lit houses. Singular cottages in the snowy Scandanavian landscape.
We stayed in Boden last night because the trains from Narvik were all stopped due to bad weather. The hostel was close because it was so late, but it worked out because the most wonderful hotel was open. It was modern and clean and Jack and I watched T.V. all night. The lady who checked us in gave us the most wonderful discount. From 900 Swedish Krone down to 700. For the both of us. She said it was because it was so late, but I'm certain it was because she wanted to do something nice for us. She even allowed us to stay in the rooms until five o clock the next day because that's when our train was leaving. It's amazing, the things I miss when I'm gone from home so long. Clean linen, a real bed, laughing with a friend at a T.V. show. Staying up late in a safe, non-train station, non-sub-zero environment. The smile of a familiar face.
It's one of those weekends where you want each stage of the day to last forever. When you wake up in the morning and come downstairs to see Grandpa reading the paper and drinking his coffee. When you get all bundled up and go for a walk; The sun glittering on the new fallen snow. When you want the sensation of the cold on your face and the knowledge that there's a hot cup of cocoa waiting for you at home, to last forever. When you hear the crisp crunch of snow under your feet. When you look up from the ground and although you're in an environment you've been in hundreds of times before, and you're looking at a house you've lived in and visited every Christmas of your life; you still smile because it's the first time you've seen it this beautiful. Or even if you've never been in this certain place before, but you've seen a thousand houses like it or hundreds of lakes similar to it; It takes your breath away. Or maybe even, never in your life have your adventures ever taken you somewhere anything like this kingdom of wonder, your breath is stolen by Jubilance and returned by Awe.
It's the part of the day when you come into your home from the winter beauty to a fire. You want your complete bliss as you sit in front of the Christmas tree and warm firelight and sip your hot chocolate to last forever. You wish your dad could keep reading you Christmas stories until you fall asleep. (Which often ends up happening).
And all of a sudden it's Christmas Eve and you've said your last goodnights. you take one last look at the Christmas tree, all alite. Slowly you crawl into bed. You wish that feeling just as you slide under the covers and shimmy from the sheer happiness of the evening's happenings, could last forever.
Slowly now you lay in bed. Your breath becoming steadier and steadier by the minute. It's dark but that's ok, you've spent enough nights staring at the ceiling or wall or dimly lit doorway to know what's there. You are home and fed, and it's Christmas eve! Everyone who loves you most in the world is only a wall or two away, dreaming of picturesque snow sledding adventures.
You wish the moment just before you fall asleep and the day and your life and everything is complete, could last forever.
But you open your eyes. And you're a thousand miles from home. In a country where they don't speak your language, in a bed that isn't yours. And you start to panic and get homesick and are short of breath, "I just want to go home," you scream! Deaf ears. And it's not even Thanksgiving yet. "I'm okay," you whisper to yourself. "I'm okay." Because you have a home and loved ones and in a few months time you'll be going back to them. And you're OK. And God loves you. And that's the moment that lasts forever.
Tad
For those of you that are new to my emails, at the end of each email I thank someone that either made this trip possible or deserves a thanks from me in general. You'll have to excuse my bad grammar. Which sparks this email's thank you.
I would like to thank Ms. Goessl for always supporting me as my English teacher for two years running. She always encouraged me, and supported my writing style. Thanks Ms. Goessl!
Hello Everyone!
The list of people that my emails are reaching continues to grow! Wow! And, as always, if you were added to this list by mistake or don't want to hear about my adventures anymore, just send me an email with the subject titled "remove" and you will be removed from the list.
That settled. I'm going to try something different for this email. It's more of an experiment. Because I'm lazy, and can't remember exactly what happened after Narvik and the Northern Lights I am going to tell you guys a story. It started out as one of my daily journal entries (So please don't laugh :P) and ended up being something entirely different.
Before I get started I would like you all to know that I am in Berlin on November 9th. For those of you that don't know how important a day November 9th is, Especially for Berlin. You'll just have to go and look it up.
Here we go :)
Th 11-02-06 19.21 Boden-->Stockholm
It's been one of those weekend. One of those weekends that starts on a Monday and ends with an overnight train to Stockholm Thursday. ONe of those weekends I thank God for the breath in my chest. The last few days have been what dreams are made of....EDIT
It's the night with lit houses. Singular cottages in the snowy Scandanavian landscape.
We stayed in Boden last night because the trains from Narvik were all stopped due to bad weather. The hostel was close because it was so late, but it worked out because the most wonderful hotel was open. It was modern and clean and Jack and I watched T.V. all night. The lady who checked us in gave us the most wonderful discount. From 900 Swedish Krone down to 700. For the both of us. She said it was because it was so late, but I'm certain it was because she wanted to do something nice for us. She even allowed us to stay in the rooms until five o clock the next day because that's when our train was leaving. It's amazing, the things I miss when I'm gone from home so long. Clean linen, a real bed, laughing with a friend at a T.V. show. Staying up late in a safe, non-train station, non-sub-zero environment. The smile of a familiar face.
It's one of those weekends where you want each stage of the day to last forever. When you wake up in the morning and come downstairs to see Grandpa reading the paper and drinking his coffee. When you get all bundled up and go for a walk; The sun glittering on the new fallen snow. When you want the sensation of the cold on your face and the knowledge that there's a hot cup of cocoa waiting for you at home, to last forever. When you hear the crisp crunch of snow under your feet. When you look up from the ground and although you're in an environment you've been in hundreds of times before, and you're looking at a house you've lived in and visited every Christmas of your life; you still smile because it's the first time you've seen it this beautiful. Or even if you've never been in this certain place before, but you've seen a thousand houses like it or hundreds of lakes similar to it; It takes your breath away. Or maybe even, never in your life have your adventures ever taken you somewhere anything like this kingdom of wonder, your breath is stolen by Jubilance and returned by Awe.
It's the part of the day when you come into your home from the winter beauty to a fire. You want your complete bliss as you sit in front of the Christmas tree and warm firelight and sip your hot chocolate to last forever. You wish your dad could keep reading you Christmas stories until you fall asleep. (Which often ends up happening).
And all of a sudden it's Christmas Eve and you've said your last goodnights. you take one last look at the Christmas tree, all alite. Slowly you crawl into bed. You wish that feeling just as you slide under the covers and shimmy from the sheer happiness of the evening's happenings, could last forever.
Slowly now you lay in bed. Your breath becoming steadier and steadier by the minute. It's dark but that's ok, you've spent enough nights staring at the ceiling or wall or dimly lit doorway to know what's there. You are home and fed, and it's Christmas eve! Everyone who loves you most in the world is only a wall or two away, dreaming of picturesque snow sledding adventures.
You wish the moment just before you fall asleep and the day and your life and everything is complete, could last forever.
But you open your eyes. And you're a thousand miles from home. In a country where they don't speak your language, in a bed that isn't yours. And you start to panic and get homesick and are short of breath, "I just want to go home," you scream! Deaf ears. And it's not even Thanksgiving yet. "I'm okay," you whisper to yourself. "I'm okay." Because you have a home and loved ones and in a few months time you'll be going back to them. And you're OK. And God loves you. And that's the moment that lasts forever.
Tad
For those of you that are new to my emails, at the end of each email I thank someone that either made this trip possible or deserves a thanks from me in general. You'll have to excuse my bad grammar. Which sparks this email's thank you.
I would like to thank Ms. Goessl for always supporting me as my English teacher for two years running. She always encouraged me, and supported my writing style. Thanks Ms. Goessl!
Scandinavia Part One: On the track
Nov 6, 2006 12:05 PM
If my memory serves I left all of you in Paris. What a wonderful place to leave so many people. But I'm afraid that only a few of you know French, so I'd best bring you to Brussels. And away we go.
After Paris Jack and I took a night train to Frankfurt Germany. It was odd and circumstantial and we only spent one night there. It is , more appropriately called Bankfurt. Which makes sense considering Frankfurt is the financial center of Germany.
From Bankfurt we took a train to Brussels. What a wonderful place! And boy can they make waffles! It's like I'm here and there's chocolate and goodies and friends! We didn't spend any time in Brussels because we had to be on our way to Kristina's house. Kristina is a friend of my father's from his Up With People Days. Up With People is a non-profit organization that tours around doing community service and performing shows promoting unity. Jack and I stayed at Kristina's house for a few days.
The first day I went in to the university town near Kristina's house. I got my first Belgian waffle. They call them Brussels Waffles.
The next day Jack and I went in to Brussels for all the touristy stuff. We saw the Grand Place, got waffles, chocolate, frites (french fries, which are actually from Belgium). I ate all day long. It was wonderful.
The day after that, Jack and I headed off for Copenhagen. Jack had the best idea to go as far north as our Eurail passes could take us. Which turned out to be Narvic, Norway! We stayed a night in Copenhagen and saw the sights and grabbed Shawarma sandwiches. Two traveling travelers can subsist for quite some time solely on Shawarma sandwiches. An odd goings on was going on in Copenhagen. I couldn't figure out what the hustle and bustle was for. Quite some event was a foot. There was a giant setup being set up in the town center. Turns out the events were all for the European MTV awards.
That next day was sometime during the week that was before this one. We tried to get to Stockholm, but apparently on Sunday everybody in Sweden goes back to Stockholm. Which means you have a few million people using the rail system all headed the same place we were. So much said, Jack and I ended up spending an extra night in Copenhagen. Shawarma again.
We woke up on Monday and headed for Malmo, the jumping off point to Stockholm. A few hours later we were both on a train headed for Narvic. I was so happy to wake up the next morning on the train and see snow! Snow is meant to be seen, and cherished. Snow is cold and white and wonderfully delicious. I was extra careful on this trip not to waste all the sights to be seen. I spent hours staring out at the arctic landscape. It wasn't nearly as barren as I thought it would be.
We arrived in Narvic at 1 in the afternoon, only 20 some even hours since we left Stockholm. Narvic , Norway has to be the coolest Norwegian town I have ever been to. The Norwegian fjords, by the way are everything anyone has ever told you. Unless they told you that by drinking water from the fjords you gain infinite wisdom. In which case the Norwegian fjords would not be everything anyone has ever told you, but merely almost everything anyone has ever told you. Those dark blue waters. Those vast cliffs, falling, tumblin' into the ocean. The deadly beautiful cold they are stocked up on. So blue, almost black. Black and blue waters. Never waste a moment that could be spent experiencing something beautiful. Sweden and Norway were that experience, and for me an emotional one.
Jack and I spent the night in the nicest Hostel yet. Not that there were hordes of diverse people there, just that we had a balcony. And a kitchen. And a T.V. And very nice showers. And big comfy Down comforters. Duvets. Why is it a guy like me knows what a Duvet is?
I spent several times that night running outside to see if I could catch a glimpse of the Aurora. Around eight I started losing hope. Then this guy came into the T.V. room and said the lights were in their full glory. At first, I stepped outside and though there was a strange line of clouds stretching across the sky. But then the cloud began to dance. And dance it did! Changing green. Then this wonderful green cloud took on a more Northern light look.
If there's any other way to describe the Aurora Borealis without being surreal I'm not sure what it is. I guess we'll take a ride on a surreal boat for a while. It's time to set the scene. It's oh so cool. Slow at first, and then setup for the grand finale. Snow and ice cover the streets where you stand. You can't feel the first toe right of your big toe. Later tonight you'll have to massage feeling back into it. There are arctic houses all around. Arctic houses do not differ so much from other houses around the world, except from their location. So here you are! You've made it! Thank God. Really, thank God or thank something or someone, because it would have been impossible for you to get here on your own. I thanked God. It's been dark since three o clock this afternoon. The sunset lasted for at least an hour. The sky is very dark. Very black, a few stars are shining, but what are stars compared to the sight you're about to see. Now stare up at that black sky. Maybe you imagine constellations. I imagined infinity. Are you ready? Now, Imagine butterflies. Now, Imagine those butterflies lose their bodies, to blackness. Don't lose me now. So, bodiless butterflies flapping around the arctic sky. Giant butterflies. If you will, and please do because it will be well worth your time, imagine that these amazing creatures' wings have turned into vertical rays of sunlight. These rays are of various lengths and sizes. Take a break, maybe grab some popcorn and a coke cuz it's about to get crazy in the Northern skies. Ready? Bam! Just like that the butterflies and their divine wings start to dance. The light of their wings turns the most irradiate green. A dark, sometimes bright, haunting and somehow celestial green. They obeyed no laws of physics I'm aware of, they just danced in circles. Dancing butterflies? It's true. Maybe sometime some of you will get a chance to head up to the arctic circle and catch some rye in the northern sky. It's a great thing to see. If I learned one thing that night, it's that a beautiful moment should never be spent doing anything other than taking part in it. Unfortunately now we have to get off the surreal boat, and go back inside the Hostel. It's -15c, and I can't feel my face from staring at the lights for so long. Never have I slept with a greater feeling of life than that night I spent in Narvic, Norway.
I don't remember having any dreams that night, but my journey was far from over.
If my memory serves I left all of you in Paris. What a wonderful place to leave so many people. But I'm afraid that only a few of you know French, so I'd best bring you to Brussels. And away we go.
After Paris Jack and I took a night train to Frankfurt Germany. It was odd and circumstantial and we only spent one night there. It is , more appropriately called Bankfurt. Which makes sense considering Frankfurt is the financial center of Germany.
From Bankfurt we took a train to Brussels. What a wonderful place! And boy can they make waffles! It's like I'm here and there's chocolate and goodies and friends! We didn't spend any time in Brussels because we had to be on our way to Kristina's house. Kristina is a friend of my father's from his Up With People Days. Up With People is a non-profit organization that tours around doing community service and performing shows promoting unity. Jack and I stayed at Kristina's house for a few days.
The first day I went in to the university town near Kristina's house. I got my first Belgian waffle. They call them Brussels Waffles.
The next day Jack and I went in to Brussels for all the touristy stuff. We saw the Grand Place, got waffles, chocolate, frites (french fries, which are actually from Belgium). I ate all day long. It was wonderful.
The day after that, Jack and I headed off for Copenhagen. Jack had the best idea to go as far north as our Eurail passes could take us. Which turned out to be Narvic, Norway! We stayed a night in Copenhagen and saw the sights and grabbed Shawarma sandwiches. Two traveling travelers can subsist for quite some time solely on Shawarma sandwiches. An odd goings on was going on in Copenhagen. I couldn't figure out what the hustle and bustle was for. Quite some event was a foot. There was a giant setup being set up in the town center. Turns out the events were all for the European MTV awards.
That next day was sometime during the week that was before this one. We tried to get to Stockholm, but apparently on Sunday everybody in Sweden goes back to Stockholm. Which means you have a few million people using the rail system all headed the same place we were. So much said, Jack and I ended up spending an extra night in Copenhagen. Shawarma again.
We woke up on Monday and headed for Malmo, the jumping off point to Stockholm. A few hours later we were both on a train headed for Narvic. I was so happy to wake up the next morning on the train and see snow! Snow is meant to be seen, and cherished. Snow is cold and white and wonderfully delicious. I was extra careful on this trip not to waste all the sights to be seen. I spent hours staring out at the arctic landscape. It wasn't nearly as barren as I thought it would be.
We arrived in Narvic at 1 in the afternoon, only 20 some even hours since we left Stockholm. Narvic , Norway has to be the coolest Norwegian town I have ever been to. The Norwegian fjords, by the way are everything anyone has ever told you. Unless they told you that by drinking water from the fjords you gain infinite wisdom. In which case the Norwegian fjords would not be everything anyone has ever told you, but merely almost everything anyone has ever told you. Those dark blue waters. Those vast cliffs, falling, tumblin' into the ocean. The deadly beautiful cold they are stocked up on. So blue, almost black. Black and blue waters. Never waste a moment that could be spent experiencing something beautiful. Sweden and Norway were that experience, and for me an emotional one.
Jack and I spent the night in the nicest Hostel yet. Not that there were hordes of diverse people there, just that we had a balcony. And a kitchen. And a T.V. And very nice showers. And big comfy Down comforters. Duvets. Why is it a guy like me knows what a Duvet is?
I spent several times that night running outside to see if I could catch a glimpse of the Aurora. Around eight I started losing hope. Then this guy came into the T.V. room and said the lights were in their full glory. At first, I stepped outside and though there was a strange line of clouds stretching across the sky. But then the cloud began to dance. And dance it did! Changing green. Then this wonderful green cloud took on a more Northern light look.
If there's any other way to describe the Aurora Borealis without being surreal I'm not sure what it is. I guess we'll take a ride on a surreal boat for a while. It's time to set the scene. It's oh so cool. Slow at first, and then setup for the grand finale. Snow and ice cover the streets where you stand. You can't feel the first toe right of your big toe. Later tonight you'll have to massage feeling back into it. There are arctic houses all around. Arctic houses do not differ so much from other houses around the world, except from their location. So here you are! You've made it! Thank God. Really, thank God or thank something or someone, because it would have been impossible for you to get here on your own. I thanked God. It's been dark since three o clock this afternoon. The sunset lasted for at least an hour. The sky is very dark. Very black, a few stars are shining, but what are stars compared to the sight you're about to see. Now stare up at that black sky. Maybe you imagine constellations. I imagined infinity. Are you ready? Now, Imagine butterflies. Now, Imagine those butterflies lose their bodies, to blackness. Don't lose me now. So, bodiless butterflies flapping around the arctic sky. Giant butterflies. If you will, and please do because it will be well worth your time, imagine that these amazing creatures' wings have turned into vertical rays of sunlight. These rays are of various lengths and sizes. Take a break, maybe grab some popcorn and a coke cuz it's about to get crazy in the Northern skies. Ready? Bam! Just like that the butterflies and their divine wings start to dance. The light of their wings turns the most irradiate green. A dark, sometimes bright, haunting and somehow celestial green. They obeyed no laws of physics I'm aware of, they just danced in circles. Dancing butterflies? It's true. Maybe sometime some of you will get a chance to head up to the arctic circle and catch some rye in the northern sky. It's a great thing to see. If I learned one thing that night, it's that a beautiful moment should never be spent doing anything other than taking part in it. Unfortunately now we have to get off the surreal boat, and go back inside the Hostel. It's -15c, and I can't feel my face from staring at the lights for so long. Never have I slept with a greater feeling of life than that night I spent in Narvic, Norway.
I don't remember having any dreams that night, but my journey was far from over.
Where to begin?
Nov 5, 2006 4:07 AM
I'm trying to figure out where I left off. The last email I sent I think I was in Paris and that was quite a long time ago. What has Tad been up to? What is he spending all his parents money on? How many people has he met, and did he ever make it out of that terrible snowstorm in Stockholm yet?
All those questions and more will be answered tomorrow, when I haven't been riding trains for 46 hours straight. I'll give you guys some pictures to look at while you're waiting though
http://picasaweb.google.com/AtrumUrbanExile/Teaser
Tad!
I'm trying to figure out where I left off. The last email I sent I think I was in Paris and that was quite a long time ago. What has Tad been up to? What is he spending all his parents money on? How many people has he met, and did he ever make it out of that terrible snowstorm in Stockholm yet?
All those questions and more will be answered tomorrow, when I haven't been riding trains for 46 hours straight. I'll give you guys some pictures to look at while you're waiting though
http://picasaweb.google.com
Tad!
A Snowstorm!
Nov 2, 2006 7:36 AM
Hello Everyone!
Hello Everyone!
This just gets better and better! Night before last I was standing in the middle of a street in Narvic oggling at the Northern lights. Now I'm stuck in Boden because of a giant snowstorm that stopped all the train traffic! Will I ever make it back to Brussels by Saturday, just in time for the premiere of the European Up With People? Will I be stuck in Northern Sweeden for the rest of my life and have to live as a snowshoveler? Who knows? The suspense is killing me. really. I do however, have a very special treat that includes amazing pictures of the far far North. When I get back to Brussels....::sigh::
I'm in Narvik, Norway!
Oct 27, 2006 9:23 AM
Hey guys!
Jack and I took a gamble and made it to Narvik, Norway! It's amazing here. Amazing and cold. Wowee. I'll let you guys look on a map and find out where Narvik is. It took a twenty hour train ride just to get here, and it was well worth it. I'm going to go outside and see if I can catch a glimpse of the famous Aurora Borealis! I'll make sure to catch you guys up on how I got here when I get back to Brussels.
Tad
Hey guys!
Jack and I took a gamble and made it to Narvik, Norway! It's amazing here. Amazing and cold. Wowee. I'll let you guys look on a map and find out where Narvik is. It took a twenty hour train ride just to get here, and it was well worth it. I'm going to go outside and see if I can catch a glimpse of the famous Aurora Borealis! I'll make sure to catch you guys up on how I got here when I get back to Brussels.
Tad
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