So I haven't had the chance to blog since we left the comfort of Gaby's aunt's house in Brussels. And since then we have managed to hit Amsterdam, Paris, Florence and Padova in the span of nearly two weeks. I have no concept of time anymore since we've been on the road. The only times that matter to me these days are the arrival and departure times of trains at this and that station.
But fortunately, I just invested in a watch, so that will certainly help when time is actually an issue.
Like say for example, when I am at summer camp and a million little kids are pulling me every which way. With a watch, I will be able to maintain peace and order in these kids lives!
But that's a story for another day. My first priority right now is to recount the highlights of these past two weeks:
Amsterdam is a tourist's dream, especially if you are a guy. The red light district has a sight for every preference, as we found out on our second night. Our host named Sjaak and his friend Denis led us through a zoo of store-front ladies of all different shapes and sizes.

Then we woke up and took about 5 trains to get to Paris, where we were greeted by a freezing cold night and a host who seemed to have forgotten about us until midnight. We took the last subway train out of the Notre Dame station to her apartment and got the rest we deserved. The next week that we spent there only started looking up on the last two days, when the sun decided to come and not completely ruin our Parisian sejour. We saw a lot, met up with old friends and made some new ones, coincidentally, all named Mohammed.

The next stop was Florence. The heat hit us hard from the second we stepped off the train. I was in heaven until I realized Florence has mosquitoes too. Since then I have started a collection of red welts on my legs, arms, fingers...you name it. It's really been a nice look for me. But mosquitoes go unnoticed when you're having fun. And we have definitely been enjoying ourselves since Florence, in the company of three young college students in Padova, Italy. Every night has been a feast of food, music, good conversation and absolutely unparalleled wine and prosecco. At least in my book, that is all.

Our next and final destination, before it is time to put my watch to good use as mentioned earlier, is Valencia, Spain. But we will cross that bridge on Monday. Until then, we are letting the good times roll!