) and almost didn't make it out. If you're a fan of the group Morphine, then you know Dana Colley was the saxophonist. I became friends with the band, and Dana told me to look up his old college roommate in Nijmegen. It turns out his old roommate was harbouring a whacked-out Englishman who was caught smuggling hash out of Lebenan. It all got really weird, so it became rapidly clear it was time to get the hell out of Holland. Then my roommate with whom I was travelling got busted for using erasable ink with his Eurorail pass and got it revoked and was fined 500$ (so, y'know, don't do this). Hightailed it to Spain where the peseta was worth dirt and slept in the streets and on the beach (where applicable). Begged for food in cantinas a couple of times to make what little cash we had last until our flights home. We managed for about 6 weeks.
I'm agreeing with dean here.. I spent a month in spain, we saw barcelona, segovia, toledo, salamanca, madrid and like 5 others. We spent 26 of the 30 days in salamanca studying and taking in the culture. i remember little of everywhere else some stick out moments but i remember salamanca like the back of my handdean said:
and oh the stories do i have. and i must say i would wake up at like 8 or so and would be walking to school and there would be drunking hotties falling out of the clubs. And being 16 at the time and getting drunk out of my mind ... ALOT ... was the best. but i would focus on a few big cities that are near smaller targets and hit them like bonds hits homers.Hell yeah! Texan pride brother... Texan pride...dean said:Also, I know no self-respecting Texan would ever do this, but if I hear you sewed a Canadian flag on your backpack so as not to incur the snooty rath of European natives, I'll buy myself a first-class ticket to wherever the hell you are and pull your ass up through your throat.
