Hi. Wow. A lot to write! Yesterday ended up being a screw off day except for the marijuana museum. The red light district was nuts! It was just hundreds of strip bars (and fucking), sex shops, pot shops, and lots o’ hookers in red rooms half naked. Whoa.

Yesterday we bought some Northern Lights # 5 glaze which was the ’94 winner. It was so fucking good! Half a joint set us all aflame, seeing as it was the best pot in the world! Literally! We packed up around 8:00pm to catch the train at 9:00pm. It was an 11 hour ride, cold as hell, but comfortable enough to relax in the pullout seat in our little cabin. Barely any sleep we arrived in Munich, Germany at around 8:00am and all the hostiles were booked solid. So we sat around for 3 hours tired and hungry  and I had one of my “trippy” moods.

We met some girls (24+26) who were going to Salzburg, Austria We said “What the hell” and tagged along. Train ride was 2 hours so we just played cards (Gin). Arriving in the station, a guy came up to us as we were walking out to a hostile and us a place for 160 Dutch Marks ($15.00). It sounded okay so we took it up. A van came and picked us up and drove us to this place, which is like a resort/hotel. It’s fucking beautiful! Our own room with a toilet and shower, and an overlook of the mountains and the city. The people are nice, and we walked down to a town store for groceries. It’s fucking cheap here! For example: A $3.50 American Cosmopolitan magazine is .62¢ here! Kick ass!

We got caught in our first rainstorm walking back, but it was fun! I’m enjoying the so much because I know it’s something I’ll remember. Just like being with Rachel; I don’t realize how great it is until I look back at it.

It’s 11:15pm now so we’ll get some good rest! I don’t want to hit Germany again- the people there all suck big dicks! Heartless bastards.

Tara’s planning on 27 days for Italy and Greece now, which is great! Rachel got a job and is working very hard to come along. We talked to Anouschka today and she said Rachel really misses me. I don’t understand why, but that’s ok. It makes me feel really good knowing that it’s not a one-way romance. She’s all I think about. And although one month is not a lot of time, it’s enough to understand her more. To see if a two year gap is possible. I don’t have enough faith in myself to lean on it, because chances are it won’t be as sturdy as it looks.

Time does that sometimes. Too much of it is dangerous enough to burn bridges, but lack of it is potent enough to stop them from ever being built. A lose/lose situation. And in this case I’m caught in both of them; A burning nothing.

I want to be her spaceboy. I want somebody to see my true colors. I don’t want to be afraid to let them show. But I can only fly halfway…

This is a peaceful country.

I miss Jay. The real Jay.

I see your True Colors

And that’s why I love you…

(Exchange rate= $1.50 to $10.00 in schillings)