Brugge
A candle for a dream this morning I have access
The holy blood guard
Other hostel adventures.
The one above my bed he vomited a few times before going to sleep dressed in bottles, books and fruit.
But you get up again? What the fuck you're drunk ... careful you drop stuff ... what a mess you make holy god. What is
cool thing on my arm ... OH GOD! A tomato !!... no ... open the seeds on the pillow no! Ugly bitch, drink less tomorrow.
Do you know where I'll put this tomato? Inside your shoe, so tomorrow morning will see that sauce that you eat.
am already awake ... I did not sleep as nothing, and to make matters worse the one above has snored all night.
Aaaaahhh to sleep, not even eight in the matt ... BUT HEY WHAT '! Without glasses in the dark I see nothing ... but ... what is a ass?!? That, indeed, this is the ass of Canada (the girl, not even the beer tent and small) ... but she's naked? It is naked ... damn ... put the thong the thong? But of course that put him? God what is that little butt ... that Canadians living in Canada. In every sense.
Yeah what a beauty!
I seemed to have stayed in a bowl instead of a pillow, but if this is the wake up tomorrow ... I try with an onion and a pepper Yellow, who knows, even before I see her tits!
Hours 6:40 pm
never go to the Belfry in Bruges, or Belfort how the fuck it's called. It is the highest church tower in Belgium. A part that costs 5 €, but when you get up there is a strong wind, and after you sweat 360 steps is not exactly what you are looking for. But when you descend, fuck when you descend the stairs are really scary.
pray because you want it to end soon. In the more you have people that go up and touch you in a corner stop constantly to let them pass, du balls!
347, is I can do, just missing ... do not miss the concentrazionEEEEEEEEE!!
Here I knew it, are on the ground! But vafanculo go! That makes me hurt my foot fuck fuck fuck CAAAAZZOOOOO!
The holiday is still in the middle, I can not hurt me ... I keep on walking is a good day.
After three or four still walking, the foot is calling me and makes me feel a bit ... 'just to understand ... but when we stop cock? And I
... but from a little 'let me finish the day right? If
, if he replies.
An hour later I was on the bed, exhausted from the pain, hungry and blaspheming the saints in Flemish.
Chronicle of a day with half a foot.
Ok I do not stop, I can not and do not want. Rent a bike tomorrow. So even if I'm wrong way I do it with brio brio hey ... take a ride with me tomorrow?
Also in this hostel ... but there are no Italians are out there. In the center was a large class of Ragusa. We brought the sun from Sicily, they said ... but look what was there yesterday ... ah came before you, did the bulldozer, ok ...
But when I'm not with the school, where Italians go on holiday?
The top five European
1 Paris. Ok I understand is the most beautiful city in the world
2 London. Why is big and is said to be beautiful ... mah
3 Amsterdam. The rods and the Bulldog cafe attracts everyone ... but everyone
4 Ibiza. Why should I go to the disco
Greece 5. Why should I go to discos, spend little, and show your mom, the picture of the Parthenon ... to pretend that I did the real tourist.
Outside of this is Santo Domingo, Sharm el Sheik, and Cuba Sceichelles
Without these seas, the holidays are over. No more goals no more ideas.
at 8.45 pm I am thinking of a song by Jovanotti "I know you are not alone even when I'm alone."
My next bed, and now the table is like me. Only for Europe (I think it is American) who writes them is, look at the Spaniards sitting in front of us and write ... but fuck, I do the same too. Then I'm not the only fool who goes in search of something, the canals of northern Europe. But
I try? What do I want? But I'm really looking for something?
is a bit 'I've lost direction and I do not know where it is. I'm 28 years old and there, under the arch of triumph ... there are at least 12 roads from here, they all look fine, but do not know what to take. The choice must be final. If you cross
never go back. Go to Paris to see what I mean.
hand, to place his foot on the other ... the pavement ends there, a little further ... I stepped in the street ... fuck if it is cold is cold as the ocean ... going back ... I try the other side ... I still feel cold.
Y'know what I'm still here ... For today at least, is under ... repaired.
The foot still hurts a little rest ... '.
Only one sentence: The English
: you have fun, they always mess but they only like the English
The Italians: scripts. They do everything they did to their friends. But they make you feel welcome, always!
Americans: I'm afraid to say that there is a world beyond the U.S..
The British: they should be less educated, less follow the rules and make them talk more about the heart
The French: less arrogant than you think, nicer than you would like, adventurers and more convinced that the Belgians
: .. . ... these strangers have to tell us something
Arabs: How Italians, just do not understand a shit when they speak.
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