I miss the NBA...

Sooo I'm sitting in my bedroom at Flipper's house in my boxers and a sweater at 2 in the morning with nothing to do when I remember I had this little obligation people at CSPAN like to call 'blogging'. I'm sure my parents are wondering where I am or rather where The Isle of Man is but I assure everyone I'm safe and sound under the roof a nurturing family (this means lots and lots of food and chocolate).

I'm gonna rewind a bit and tap into the Edinburgh vein. Those of you who have read some of my previous blogs might recall my accounts and descriptions of one Mr. Phillip Lebert Francis (how to pronounce the surnames is still in debate, I'm in the camp that believes a heavy French accent must be used). To say the least that city was a blast and I absolutely understand why he has missed so much school (you also might recall that Phil did not attend the last 6, yes count them 6, weeks of school and was totally MIA with some ailment. I was quite worried getting off the airplane that he would forget to meet me at the airport but low and behold his 6'8 frame bumbled across the terminal to meet me). Not only is Lucy, his girlfriend, awesome but the city of Edinburgh is on par with any I've ever been to. The architecture itself makes Edinburgh a place worth visiting and the nightlife was the most fun I've had overseas. It's questionable about whether this is because of the actual scene or because of the company I kept, but to give yous peoples a glimpse into it I'll focus on a single night.

We decided that watching the Man U v AC Milan Championship League football match was a must. Not only is Man U my team (and it has been for years, I'm not a bandwagon fan) but this match is a clash of the titans from arguably the two biggest football countries in the world. I'm not going to go into details but Man U won on a stunning extra time goal from Wayne Rooney. Anywho our venue of choice was a local establishment by J.D. Weatherspoon (it's a massive British chain) called "The Standing Order". Why might a bar be named such you might ask? Well the answer to that would be because it's build in an old bank. To paint the picture, I was a bit surprised to be walking through an entrance with massive stone columns out front. The inside was spacious, the drinks were cheap as can be especially in a city like Edinburgh, the crowd was raucous, and the game was a shoot out. This might not sound exciting to some, but if you're a sports fan it's about as good as it gets. Watching your team on the biggest stage possible going toe to toe with another colossus in a slugfest to the finish with cold exotic (hey, I'm American... anything not from North America is exotic to me) bevies and some good banter set the tone for a great night out.

How might a night get any better than this for a person like me? Well that answer lies (lays? eh whatever) in the form of two (or is it one?) characters from the mind The Great Robert Louis Stevenson in the form of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. Confused? You should be. There's a bar in Edinburgh that spawns exactly from that character called Jekyll and Hyde's. I'll admit theme bars do sound a bit corny but when it's two in the morning and you're on number 7 of the 'Seven Deadly Sins' drink list because you want the 'I committed The Seven Deadly Sins' t-shirt, have been taking shots out of test tubes with corks, and couldn't find the bathroom the first 30 minutes there because it's hidden through a secret passageway in the bookcase next to your table... things are looking pretty good. Basically Austin needs a place like this, it was way more fun than I can ever explain.

Although it might seem unlikely, I did actually do things besides drink and watch TV in Edinburgh. I cooked fajitas for Lucy, Phill, and her brother one night to bring a little Texan flavor to the scene. We also did a bit of a walking tour through old town and up to the castle and even managed to survive the certain stomach issues of an all you can eat Chinese buffet. On top of that Phil and I beat FIFA World Cup 98 on the Nintendo 64 no less than 5 times which I think is an amazing feat and puts us in the ranks of great football nations such as Brazil, France, and Germany, and of course England.

If I was forced to give advice to anyone thinking about going abroad in the UK it would be to do it in Edinburgh if you have the option, I guarantee you won't regret it.

So let's take a quick train ride and a not-so-quick ferry ride across the sea to the Isle of Man. I'm came here expecting something along the lines of Baytown, Texas. From what some of my friends have said about it and the numerous allusions to sheep raping Phil made I came here expecting nothing. However despite all the negative swirl about this place it's really quite nice. It's quiet, secluded and a great change of pace. Did I mention there seems to be an endless supply of food and chocolate here? Flipper's house is very nice and around 200 years old which is hard to find back in the US. It's in the quaint village of Castletown which is named aptly as it is literally built around a castle. The streets are narrow and cobbled with vintage houses and shops lining the sidewalks and the sea rises up between buildings in canals with boat after boat waiting for the tide to take them out to sea. It's quite an view to behold and I couldn't ask for a better place to spend my last week of vacation before heading back to Leicester to slave away at my final papers.

In a flash update I'm going to be attempting to cook King Ranch Chicken tomorrow night for the first time ever. It's not that I doubt my aptitude in the kitchen, it's that I question the ingredients I can get on an Island anyone near England.

Anyways I'm off to bed or something.

Chris

P.S. Pray for the Spurs, my friend from back home is really talking up the Nuggets.

What do 6ft tall model-types and The Oprah have in common?

Hej from Copenhagen. Week four in Thorburn vs Europe 2k7 is coming to a close from the beautiful land of Denmark and what a week it has been.

First and foremost I have to talk some trash about Easyjet. To quote my friend Taylor "Seriously, anything called "easyjet" has to be very cheep, tin can kinda airplane." That about sums it up. It's like Southwest Airlines and Greyhound had a love child and then abandoned it. My main beef with this company is that they don't connect flights or transfer luggage. I'll explain, let's say you need to get from point a to point b, we'll call point a Malaga, Spain and b Copenhagen, Denmark just for fun. Now since Easyjet is all thuggish ruggish and doesn't fly anywhere without stopping at London Stansted, you basically have to connect points a and b with c, c being Stansted. No biggie right? Well unfortunately this meant about an 800 hour layover sitting around an airport that can only be described as a "wasteland" by anyone who has ever flown.

Now this wouldn't be a gigantic deal except that there was a flight to Copenhagen that left 40 minutes after I arrived in London. Here's a quick explanation of why no connections = suck. You have to go through customs and then pick up your luggage and then go check-in again then go back through security and customs again just to sit around for five hours in an airport with nothing to do. It really added injury to insult. The only way I can equate this is going to a restaurant and being forced to order appetizers, then giving up your table so someone else can have appetizers while you sit by the dumpsters, then switching back with them so you can have your main course. To quote Laura the advisor, "You get what you pay for."

And speaking of getting what you pay for. The so-called "low fair" airlines in Europe are all scams. They advertise they great prices which tragically double due to taxes, company surcharges, credit card charges, ticket charges, using a phone, the internet, or at the desk charges (are there any other options for getting tickets? I dunno maybe a scalper will hook you up). Basically if it says $90 flight (converting prices), expect to actually pay around $200. On top of that, there are zero free bevies or snacks on the planes. To say the least, I am wildly disappointed with the cheap airlines that people always ask me about. Ryanair sucks, Easyjet sucks, myair.com (who wants to fly on an airplane that has a web page address on the side anyways?) sucks. If I had the chance to do it all again, I would have spend the 700 euro to get a month long Eurorail (is that even a word?) pass and just taken the long way. I woulda gotten better views, no sickness, and could probably have avoided screaming children. On the downside you can get stuck with a fantastically odorous cart-mate who wreaks of body odor, wet socks, and poop. Nice enough guy though.

Now on to Copenhagen. This is a really cool city and I suggest anyone studying abroad in the near vicinity (read: Europe) come check it out if you have a place to stay. It's a very down to earth city, the people are generally kind and polite and there are lots of places to go and see. Plus the nightlife is honestly far superior to anywhere I've been thusfar. I'm not a huge "go out and get drunk kinda guy" and I generally scoff at the "nightlife" sections of the big Europe guide books, but I've had more fun here standing in line to get into a club than I did in Leicester actually inside the clubs. And inside is even better, it's like a scaled down version of the crazy club from the opening of XXX (The Vin diesel flick not Ron Jeremy porn, pervs).

I only have two complaints and they're pretty weak at that. First, it's morbidly cold here. My friend was trying to convince me that it was about 70 degrees last week but I'm totally skeptical. It's the kind of cold that stings. I'm guessing this is the part of the world people like Santa Clause flourish in. The second downside is the price. I don't think I've blown through money this fast at any point in my life before. Drinks run 10-20 bucks a pop which quickly rips into the bank account, so plan accordingly. Actually let me take that a step further, anyone traveling in Europe needs to take whatever their budget is and double it. If the price of drinks won't get you, Easyjet will find a way to.

So, the city has a great atmosphere, but I know what everyone is thinking. Guys are wondering about the womenfolk and you womens (not a typo) are wondering about the dreamy Dolph Lundgren-type hunks waltzing around the streets. The honest truth is that the stereotype is dead on about Scandinavian people. They are tall, thin and beautiful. I feel like the fashion industry has missed out on this part of the world by not getting 100% of their models from here. It's ridiculous, and the people are so good looking they can wear whatever the hell they want. Guys in white leather pants with tattoos running down their forearms? Bring em home to your parents girls. Girls with massively puffy bleach blond hair in biker boots, wifebeaters (it's a type of undershirt), and strange jeans? Your mothers will love them guys. I don't even know what to do with myself, this city is so attractive it's scandalous. Bill Clinton would go into conniptions if he was in power here. I'm at a loss of words.

To digress quite a bit, I've been staying with a female friend and apparently she (am I wrong in thinking that at least 90% of American women are?) is an Oprah addict. This is something I originally couldn't understand, I tried to explain it and it ended up getting me into trouble about my inability to understand gender relations (I do have a penis after all which makes me automatically bad at gender relations). Despite this I have to agree, The Oprah rocks. Annie borrowed some DVD collection "Best of" type thing and I got hooked on it worse than Lost. I, sadly enough (I can feel my testosterone going out the window), found myself wondering what the other "Heart Songs" and "Stars" (interviews with celebrities) would show me about people. People overcoming immense hardships and obstacles while staying positive, seeing the other side of a celebrity's personality. I totally (see I'm already talking like a Valley Girl) see women love this show. It's like ESPN, Beyond the Glory, Entourage, and Queer Eye mixed into one big shebang. So to answer the title question, what The Oprah and six foot model-types have in common is that I like them. Rock on Oprah, rock on.

In a completely different vein, I'm ready to go home. I've stated in previous blogs that this trip has felt like on big vacation and it's still true. It is, despite what people say, exactly what I called it: a trip. As Annie pointed out it might be a quarter of your year, but in the grand scheme of things it's really not that much. If there is one thing that being abroad has taught me above all else, it's how much I really value home and the daily things I've taken for granted. I've got less than a month until I'm done here, and it's going to be fun, but I think I could head back to Texas today and feel fulfilled. I got what I was looking for out here, I hope anyone else who goes abroad or is planning to finds that "something" as well.

Copenhagen, good stuff.

Chris

I'm from the streets!

Ahem, so we had to catch a late night plane from Palermo to Milan then catch a bus into the city from Bergamo and then another bus to Malpensa. Basically Milan has three airports and they're no where near one another making a connection about a two hour endeavor for most people, but not us, oh no my friends it turned into a six hour marathon of a night on the streets of Milan, literally.

(Editor's note: The following was actually written when Chris finally caught a bus at 4:30 AM following turmoil and fears that few people should ever endure, he thanks everyone for their prayers. Anything in brackets was added after the night in Milan)

This night was bizarre, it was like something out of a Thomas Pynchon novel sans the deaf people dancing in unison.

Milan: Arrive at 12:15 which is 15 minutes after the last bus to Malpensa Airport. (Next bus goes out at 4:25, apparently the airports, train stations, and world shuts down at night in Milan)

• No where to rest, able to leave bags at a close by hotel however they won’t let us hang out in the lobby… who would think a night clerk would be snooty about his company?
• Walk around, find strip club across the street which isn’t happening due to the exorbitant prices of Milan and the exorbitant prices of strip clubs. (Plus I've never been to one, maybe that'll salvage some face with the woman I end up marrying one day considering some of my other exploits)
• Sit by bus pickup on a bench for awhile, talk to last bus driver of the night who tells us the next pickup is 5:45 while pointing to a sign that clearly states 4:25. (The comical part about this was how assured and snotty he was about it being 5:45. You know how it goes, busy people don't have time for details or accuracy)
  
• Shady cab driver offers his services for a ride, I bargain at 50 Euro firm (standard is about 90) and he argues about the difference of 10 Euro (he wanted 60, but really what kind of bargaining power did he have here? There was literally no one else). Eventually we leave and while I’m standing a phone booth, killing time more so than trying to call anyone, he comes back agreeing to 50. However once we get in to go pick up our bags, we notice he doesn’t have anything on his BMW that says Taxi… a little shady. Once inside the hotel the snooty clerk from earlier saves us by letting us know that the airport is closed meaning riding out there wouldn’t matter because we’d have to wait outside anyways. Either way he saved us from getting ripped off, mugged, or raped.
• Try to rest in the gateway to the underground which is locked, Bart accidentally kicks the door and we hear the cleaning man making a phone call which we assume is to the police so we leave. Our night as homeless ragamuffins continues. (One of my finest moments as a human being, finding shelter on the streets of Milan in a subway entrance)
  
• Find our way to the front of Milan Centrale, apparently the mecca for wary travelers of the world. This is where the night gets good.
• After eating the best hamburger I’ve had since leaving America we went to sit down on a bench and were offered drugs and alcohol, we moved before prostitution came up.
• We play basketball with a trashcan and an empty water bottle, it’s hard considering the wind. Bart wins, and when I say “wins” I mean he makes the first basket after like 257,008,089 tries combined.
• Off in the distance I spotted a giant mutant rat that I’m pretty sure is on it’s way to becoming the real life Splinter from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, since there was nothing else to do we followed it to a little patch of grass and shrubbery where, surprise surprise, two more giant man-eating rats popped out of the bushes. But wait, it gets better. Apparently two of the rats didn’t get on so well which resulted in a mega-rat-mega fight royal. Seriously if we had gotten it on camera I swear it would become a viral video on TV or made it to the front page of youtube and collegehumor. (One of the most surreal moments of my life, I couldn't stop watching and hoping they'd continue fighting. I felt like a boxing fan during the 60's and 70's)
  
• Just before leaving we met Robert, a homeless chap from Romania who spoke fairly good English. He talked about being a business man about twenty years ago and traveling to Dallas and even spoke, with convincing knowledge, about other parts of the US and history. This is one of the few homeless people I’ve encountered here whose story I actually believed. So we talked for about 15 minutes, took some pictures and headed on our merry way to Spain, somehow alive and not male prostitute converts (I’m pretty sure one of the guys going around the station was trying to recruit some other Americans into his pimp ring).
  

Ok so that's the unedited version of what I wrote down as we finally escaped to the airport. I can't even begin to adequately describe how strange and surreal this night was. We were constantly suspicious of people walking up near us, Bart was falling asleep all over the place and things were just flat out crazy. However it seemed like we were in a pretty nice part of the city and that my fears might have been unmerited, on the flip side that cabbie in the unmarked BMW didn't settle well in my conscious especially when the hotel clerk said he thought the guy was probably going to rob us.

On a lighter note, the hotel in Malaga is beyond anything I expected. We each have our own double bed, a full size bath, and there is a casino just up the road. Few people get to see how excited I am about playing poker or roulette but man is it fun. On our first venture there last night I almost tripled my money so that'll help easy the pockets a little for the big hit my bank account is taking from this month-long excursion around Western Europe. However the sun and the casino aren't the best part about this hotel, it's the food. Oh my God, after months eating crap in the Beaumont Hall cafeteria this is divine. Seriously, there is so much gourmet food and massive amount of desserts that I've never seen before. Templeton (the rat from Charlotte's Web people, if you didn't know that you need to lock up your knowledge about children's cartoons...) would be in heaven.

Anyways, I'm off to do something lazy and unproductive because that's what vacation is all about no matter what other people say.

Chris

I don't understand you...

Alright so our plans in Italy took a sharp turn when 1) We realized we couldn't find anywhere to stay for less than 90 Euro per person a night and 2) We, like idiots, booked Rome on Easter weekend. So in a last minute gasp to keep ourselves from sleeping on park benches, Bart and I grabbed a train to Sicily w/o even having a place to stay. Now while my mother might be worried about this complete disregard for my safety and other stuff that parents worry about, like gum disease (I think they're more worried about footing the root canal bill but I digress), having clean sheets (more on that later), and actually knowing where their child is. Anyways time for some shameless plugging about why you, readers, should visit Palermo over Rome.

• First and foremost I can't get around this, Sicily is home to the world famous Mafia. The Godfather, The Sopranos, and all those other Mafia movies/shows that begin with "The" owe their thanks to this place. It's actually hilarious, my friend Bart seems to think every group of old men in suits we see is "definitely mafia". I'm guessing he's wrong, but if I turn up missing after publishing this... I suppose Bart would then have the last laugh.
• Compared to the weather in England, this place is majestic. It's like going from bread and water (the dorm food is on par with this) to spaghetti carbonara... literally. I've managed to get some color back on my body from such dubious pastimes as playing soccer in the park, reading on the beach (that's point three), and napping on ceramic seaside beds. Translation, this place rocks if you're feeling like stepping outside. You'll get a tan just walking from ancient site a to ancient site b.
• Palermo is on a peninsula meaning it's surrounded by beaches with crystal clear water. Rome is.... well it has The Pope.
• It's cheap here, we pay about the same for a full meal in Palermo as we paid for juice in Rome. Since this doesn't seem to be a big international tourist spot (it is in the middle of nowhere), prices seem to be fit for locals instead of flocking English people.
• Did I mention the Mafia thing?
• The women are out of control hot. I mean this is ridiculous, I swear I saw Norm from Cheers walking around with some local girl who could be on America's Next Top Model.
• Bart and I are pretty sure we found John Candy running a little Pizzeria, seriously he's down here with Biggie, Tupac, Elvis, JFK, and John Belushi throwin some dough and romancing the locals with big words and small prices baby!
• The people are way friendly here, they'll try to get past the language barrier (which is quite easy if you speak some Spanish) as opposed to the Romans who just wanted to sell me some overpriced ______(edit: I just realized that looks like I'm cussing, it's meant to signify "insert anything purchasable here") with The Pope's face on it. On a side note, I did actually buy a kitchen magnate with John Paul's beautiful mug plastered on it. Rock on JP, rock on.
• The accommodation is great. The first night we stayed in this shady bed and breakfast (I call it shady cause there was no breakfast, isn't that false advertising?) Which had a den, en suite bathroom, half kitchen with a mini-fridge, and separate beds in a loft. The only downsides were that the water heater made this creepy noise that sounded like a puppy in a situation I'm not allowed to discuss here, and some questionable stains on one of the comforters which, again, I'm not allowed to talk about. Our current place, however, is better. Despite only having one bed, no personal kitchen and being on the fourth floor, it has a great breakfast, cable TV, internet in the room, and is clean beyond belief. Both are great and at 30 Euro a night, they're destroying the junky hostels in Rome that were running upwards of 100 Euro a night.
• There's gelato everywhere. I dunno if it's a part of life in Sicily or something, but I've never had this much ice cream in such a short stretch of time. I feel like a kid who had his tonsils pulled and is using that to his advantage to sugar coat his stomach. Seriously, this stuff rocks.
• Again, the Mafia started here. I mean does it get any cooler?

So I've done some pretty cool things. We did take a bus tour of Rome once we realized our stay there would be shortened dramatically. I've also walked through catacombs with over 8,000 mummies (I know your question and the answer is yes, very creepy), seen one of the most important theaters in Europe in the Teatro Massimo, and had a little kid lead me through the winding, cobblestone, streets of Palermo to find the aforementioned catacombs. There are only two things I haven't been able to do here which would fulfill my journey and those are a) See a genuine Mafia shootout with the Polizia and b) buy some fake over-sized aviator sunglasses. I'm banking on those two happening tomorrow though as it's our last day before heading the sunny beaches of Malaga, Spain to work on doing nothing. On a side note, apparently the resort I booked us is all inclusive, so that'll be nice on the pockets.

Now for some personal anecdotes and other random rabble:

• The Sicilian in my overnight train cabin smelled like nothing I've ever encountered. It was like b.o. mixed with wet shoes that had dried up and molded but were still worn sockless, "garbage or sewage that has been out in the warm sun" (thanks Bart for adding that), and poop. Seriously it was so bad that I pulled out my bed and stuck my head in my own armpit despite having traipsed around Rome all day without taking a shower. I pray no one else has to go through this.
• My hair has gotten to be way too big, I'm starting to get this crazy lion's mane thing going. I could seriously be Patrick Duffy's double during his 178 episodes of Dallas. Fabio would be proud of my fledgling lady killer. At the absolute least it sharply contrasts all the shiny gel in everyone else's hair in Europe.
• Bart doesn't have much soccer experience which resulted in him hitting an old couple strolling through the park, a young couple making out, and a family of four... twice. Pretty comical stuff if, uh, you're not the person getting hit in the head with a bouncy ball.
• Everyone here automatically assumes I'm a David Beckham fan because I'm white. I'm tired of the prejudice, I'm a David Beckham fan for so many other reasons than our similar skin color.
• The Italians seem to be a much more outgoing group of people with a stronger sense of community than both England and America. They actually use their parks, are seen in the streets hanging out and yelling hello at friends as they drive by, and flirting with the local shop merchants.
  
• The ye olde stereotype about Italians talking with their hands is dead on. It doesn't matter what these people are talking about, they could be lecturing on long term IRAs investments of the Sherpas and it would appear as if they had just had a vision of the Virgin.
• If you find yourself in Palermo, don't ride a bike seaside. We saw not one, but two people eat it in the exact same spot today. Sadly enough one of them was a little kid, however I didn't see it happen making me very curious how someone with training wheels was able to fall off their bike. One thing I do know for sure though is that if this was America whoever manufactured those so-called "training wheels" would be getting a letter from the law offices of Wayne Wright very soon.
• If you haven't watched Extras get on it, we watched both seasons in the past few days and it's a great show.
  

So that's about it, I'm sure I left a ton of stuff out, but it's late and I'm tired. It's been a very relaxing week, yet because I'm a wuss and stuff I'm still really worn out and sore. Week two of Thorburn vs. Europe starts tomorrow at midnight so I gotta get ready to deal with my second sleepless night in the past week. Umm I better explain that, because Easyjet is so cheap all of their flights take off at like 6 a.m. and rather than trying to wake up at 3 to get ready to get all the way out to whichever airport I need to be at, I've just stayed up. No hanky panky, I swear.

Tootles,

Chris

April, a month for lounging.

Alright so the main part of term is over, I finished my essays and got everything turned in in a timely manner. What does that mean I've done the past four days? Played video games and slept till odd hours of the afternoon! I've slept like only a true college student at the helm of a month long break can. I've slept till 11 in the afternoon, 1 in the afternoon, 3 in the afternoon, and 1:20 in the afternoon, respectively. I mean this is impressive, I'm sure my family will read this and gawk (not our little Chris! (I'm the baby of the family)). But yes folks that's right, I've done nothing productive whatsoever outside of ordering a pizza online. This is something that people rarely get to do, and it mostly happens during those college years apparently, but I tell you all what, when it does happen it is friggin sweeeeet. But I guess nap time is over, no longer will I lounge around rivaling cats and stoners for "most time doing nothing". You see, tomorrow is a little preliminary warm-up trip for the great "Chris Thorburn vs Europe 2k7" marathon. I'm heading to Oxford to meet Charlie's family (the same Charlie who always starts fights and ends up losing them) and hang around there for the day. Then I come back Thursday to see some other friends in London before heading out to Rome in the wee hours of Saturday morning to meet my friend Bart for the first leg of our grand adventure.

I'll give a quick rundown of what my April is looking like:

• Saturday, March 31. Leicester to London (I'm here now) to stay at my cousin's apartment (Thank you Patrick and Clare).
• Wednesday, April 4. London to Oxford for some Chillin With Charlie (doesn't that sound like it could have been a 90's TV show? It's reminiscent of "Hangin' With Mr. Cooper").
• Thursday, April 5. Oxford to London to have dinner with my friend Alice who was an English exchange student at UT my freshman year.
• Saturday, April 7. London to Rome, no definite accommodation plans as of yet.
• Monday, April 9. Rome to Venice to see cool stuff. I'm a bit of a closeted art fan, but more about that later.
• Wednesday, April 11. Venice to Milan to do, well I'm not sure what we'll do here but getting to Milan is integral to us reaching the high point of our journey. Mainly we needed its airport.
• Friday, April 13. Milan to Malaga, Spain. We booked a room at a beach front resort and we are going to try and break my current streak for laziness. Seriously, beaches and beer is the theme of our 6 day stay. You could say that we had to resort to resort, get it? I know, it's a sucky pun.
• Lounge, lounge, lounge, eat, lounge, lounge, did I mention this was all inclusive? Lounge, lounge, lounge, whatever.
• Thursday, April 19th. This is where it gets tricky. I'm going to Copenhagen, but because EasyJet is bootleg and I couldn't figure out a system to link two flights properly I booked a flight that arrives in London at 1:10 and then try to catch one that leaves at 1:50 for Copenhagen. Sounds simple right? We'll see where my check-in luggage ends up before any opinions are formed.
• Monday, April 23. Copenhagen to Edinburgh for some serious party time. I'm really pumped about this part of the trip because I'll be staying with Phil, yes the same Phil who is a giant 6'7 child and was out of town for the last month of school. Seriously, where is this guy? Anyways, he's talked up The Burgh so much that I couldn't pass up visiting. Should be a smashing old time, muahahahahaha.
• Sometime in April. Edinburgh to Yorkshire for camping followed by a trip out to the Isle of Mann to hang out with Flipper and play video games or something. It should be fun and seeing as I've decided to adopt him and bring him back to America with me, it's kind of fitting that the child takes care of the parent for once before we get old and senile. Mom's of the world, I totally know how you feel.

Yeah so that's the gist of it. It's gonna be huge, epic even. I don't know what I'm going to do, probably die at the end of it. Sleeping at hostiles (thanks for the tip about it being spelled 'hostel' Greg, again my skills with the puns are limited and slight so that one flew over some heads) is scary, luckily I only have the do that a few nights this entire trip. I'm really excited about Rome and Venice seeing, as I stated before, that I'm a closeted art fan. I think I took Adam by surprise when we visited the Louvre and I showed him around like a bit of a tour guide. I don't know why I'm so impressed by great works of art, but damn it I am so deal with it. Here's a list of the top five, yes count em folks five, things I'm excited about:

1. St. Peter's Cathedral and The Vatican, don't be surprised if I come home a Catholic (I bought a rosary at Notre Dam, dunno why).
2. Sitting at a beach in the south of Spain reading my massive Alfred Hitchcock biography.
3. Being totted around Edinburgh by someone with the personality of Phil. I really can't describe this guy adequately. It's like my friend Dax back home, one of the craziest people I've met hands down, mixed with Robin Williams, Vince Vaughn, and one of the guys from Queer Eye (I'm not sure if I mean the hosts or the person getting a makeover... yeah it's that tough to pin Phil's personality), and to boot he speaks four languages so you never know what he'll randomly yell at you.
4. Eating Italian food, sorry England but the food here is not so great. You guys might have the whole "Greatest Empire the Modern World has seen" thing going for you, but apparently all that energy that went into spreading your customs missed out on all the great food those little countries could have taught you.
5. Seeing Denmark, everyone talks it up and I have a friend staying there so we'll see if its culture can cash the checks its fans are writing with their mouths.

Here's a list of what I'm not excited about.

1. Airports, hate em. I'd rather travel by boat.
   
2. Toting around 2 bags and a backpack. This wouldn't have been so bad if The University of Leicester didn't kick us out of the dorms completely for 5 weeks. Yeah, we had to move our stuff out of the rooms so they could put seminar people in them, get some hotels jerks.
3. Taking showers in weird places. I love showers as much as anyone, and taking them in weird places doesn't settle well with me. I get paranoid about some creep putting hidden cameras and stuff in there so I come out all tense instead of relaxed like I should. I blame television for this phenomenon as hour long specials about hidden cameras and perverts has made me paranoid.
   
4. Having to carry both cold and warm weather clothes, it makes my luggage heavy as hell.
5. Taking my computer to a hostile. I don't trust these places, too many horror stories. Avoid them all costs, I swear if my computer gets stolen from one I will come down with the fury of 1000 suns.... or something like that.

Anyways, I'll be sporadic in my updating as I won't be grounded for awhile. But I'll get to it. I also plan to read two books and write one paper during this month so that my last two weeks in Leicester aren't as hectic as they could be. Oh yeah one other thing, I didn't get to watch the Florida Gators win the National Championship last night but c'mon Ohio State! I've been sticking up for you guys all year and you let a Florida school beat you in not one, oh no my friends, but two National Title games in a row? Get it together, get a new AD and step up in a title game! You guys are going to reach the pantheon (In a negative manner!!!) of suck that only Judas, Benedict Arnold, and the early 90's Buffalo Bills have reached. I mean listen to me, do you guys really want to have your names and schools uttered in the same sentences as Thurman Thomas or Jim Kelly? I didn't think so. Lock it up.


Cheers,
Chris