Thank god that I finally got out of the Pacific Northwest and over to Europe. Things are MUCH more civilized in the Old World, and I fit in MUCH better.
Here I am in a museum in Berlin with an Assyrian statue. Culture, finally!
I would have fit in well with the people that made the Ishtar Gate. Isn't my profile gorgeous? My nose job is perfect.
My traveling companion, Tamara, matched her outfit to mine. Apparently, everyone is jealous of my style sense.
Everyone laughs at all of my jokes.
The Berliners have no respect for how to properly drink a beer! The pilsner on the left is mixed with Sprite and the porter on the right with Coke! Pansy Germans can't handle their liquor like a geisha can!
I took a lover during my travels. Isn't he hunky, in that Renaissance fair kind of way?
My lover's palace was divine. Why doesn't my house in Seattle have a ballroom?
I enjoyed looking at the peasants' houses across the river from my lover's castle. I like it when royal people like me can separate themselves from the masses.
The memories of my time in Germany are too much to bear given my dreary existence in Seattle. I'll have to post the pictures from the Czech Republic in a few days so I don't get too overwhelmed.
