- Prologue: Trouble Returns From Travels
- Volume I: Getting To Poland – 30 Hours Of Delays, Kissing-Ass, And Getting Drunk In Airports
- Volume II: The First Night In Poland, Selling Strip Club Tickets
- Volume III: Getting Yadstopped
- Volume IV: Where Is Alpha Dwarf?
- Volume V: The Wroclaw Dash
- Volume VI: “I-So-Would” Go To London
- Volume VII: The First Solo Dolo Day
- Volume VIII: To The Top
- Volume XI: Barcelona, First Of The Worst
- Volume X: Get Me Outta Barcelona!
- Volume XI: All Roads Lead To Rome
- Volume XII: Where Gladiators Fought
- Volume XIII: Absinthe Is Trouble
Prague, Day 2
I now had two days left in Europe before heading back to the States. I think this was the point that reality was starting to sink in – I had to return home and go back to work. Thinking I really needed a rest day before heading back to meet Holly in New York. Like every time I tried to take an “easy” day beforehand, I didn’t end up doing it. Traveler’s insomnia is like a kick of Red Bull that gives you this burning desire to continue walking, even though your legs ache from walking dozens of miles around cities and climbing up dozens of flights of stairs because none of your apartments have elevators.
I know, first world problems, right?
On my way to the town center, I saw a gorgeous girl walking towards me. 5’7″, wavy brown hair with bright blue eyes. My exact type. My pulse quickened a bit as she got closer, and I lightly touched her arm and asked:
“Do you know where a grocery store is?”
Her English was quite good and she was happy to point me in the right direction. We talked for a few minutes and then said our goodbyes. The overall vibe I got in Prague, much like Poland, was that you could be a king at daygame in my situation. Good looking, well dressed, American (Californian) accent – I’d clean up. I have never done much daygame around San Diego simply because it’s not very productive. If I lived in Europe, though, it would be a whole different story.
I eventually found a local brewery, whom served me an interesting (and quite good) dark Budweiser.
I actually had a few too many and proceeded to get pretty buzzed. I took a walk to the St. Charle’s Bridge and walked around the part of the city I had not explored yet.
That night I went out and it started raining. I went home. Again.
Final Day In Europe
At this point, I was indeed ready for some company on my adventure again. I was ready to see my girlfriend. I had missed her – yes, I am a pussywhipped beta bitch.
And truthfully, it was an amazing last day. I took a hike across the city to go see Prague Castle. Let me tell you, it was a hike – some of the steepest stairs I have ever climbed in my life.
I spent the rest of the day walking around the city, and treated myself to an amazing final European meal. This combo meal had about every type of meat you could ever imagine.
That was it. I went to bed early that night, so I could be on my flight at 6:40am the following morning. After dinner, I took my time walking across the bridge back to my apartment. I threw a coin into the river for luck. Finally, I took my favorite picture of the entire trip on that last faithful walk.
Goodbye, Europe. I’ll be back.