i meet my old pals, charles and jack...

i am back in charles de gaulle, and i already feel a kinship to the man, even though i have no idea who he was. ok, he was some big general (what was the last war france won??) and led a bunch of french governments into the ground. seriously, for a country full of beaureaucrats, i am not impressed. they should have named this airport after marseille marceau. at least that way my language problem would have been solved. anyway, more airports today and I am looking forward to 5 nights in germany and not having to unpack every two days... either way i have moved away from the ham (that last bocadilla in barcelona almost killed me) and am focusing on smoked fishes, as to prepare my systems for eastern europe:



that green thing you see is lettuce. also, the coca cola lite is a result of a reunion with another old friend, jack daniels. let's just say jack hasnt changed in all these years. even in the old world, he keeps me good company when everyone around me seems down on old db, but there is always a price to pay. im pretty sure everything went ok last night -- i seem to have all my apendages and no scars indicating any involountary organ donations. though it was a suprise waking up naked on my bed covered in ham...

it does get a bit lonely to be travelling alone, and i've only done it for a couple days. but there is something liberating about the total unaccountability of being somewhere where no one knows you, you know no one, and your only concern is not being locked up in a catalonian prison or being robbed. it is still amazing to see people i know act like this real life... but at the end of the day, are you ever accountable to anything but your conscience? what else is there? is this incredibly short sighted or the key to happiness?

off to frankfurt...