trippin´ on europe

So how do people do a eurotrip in 20 days, a month, a year... getting where i am headed? There really is so much. Not just to see; but to feel. Really, to feel. Once you have done the sight-seeing, which itself is herculean at best, then you can start discovering the real thing. And by the time you realize that (like i am doing the hard way), you might have missed the bus (you guessed it.. much like me). But i feel way too fortunate to have seen the tip of the iceburg to at least (begin to) wonder what the whole thing could probably be like.

Change of thought stream: I have a mixed feeling of living in this parallel universe. Ever since i took that train from Warsaw and have divorced reality to completely lose myself to these unfamiliar exciting environs. The only worry has been the next meal (which i must tell you, has jettisoned my hairline to the ´fall´ season: to make up for having missed the most beautiful season in Europe[throws hands up in the air at the soporific sense of humour{or the lack of it}]). What an ugly use of paranthesis! The way i have been going, i know it is all finally going to be a blur of mind blowing sights and sounds, esp. given my awesome memory. But this melange will always be etched somewhere like the first kiss/joint. One which will always be reminiscent of euphoria, like the intense ephemeral delight of an orgasm. Few days down the line i would probably be pegging the cathedrals to countries much like my impeccable skill with the darts of making a cork board of the wall, yet i´ĺl covet the experience as crazily as Buffalo Bill did, his shit.

Optimistic: will find a wallet stuffed with euros on the road one day so that i CAN EAT without doing the math and shrugging off a much needed proper meal for truck loads of bread and spread. My only grouse: a die hard foodie like me walking past eateries slurping up the dripping rheum and all but committing hara-kiri :(