Well my writing powers mysteriously revisited me on the flight from Minneapolis to Frankfurt.
Since getting here I have done nothing except talk to some people in the Hostel. Invited a dude to my Indian wedding and he said I can come to his Morrocan wedding also so there’s that.
Oh I went out for Salsa dancing at Brotfabrik. Forgot about that because it was so unremarkable and not worth the taxi money. Germans dance it like robots. One Latino on the dance floor was having 90% of the fun.
I leave for Switzerland in an hour… hitching a ride with blablacar, as usual the best way to get around Europe.
Glad I wrote something (two things! might post the other later)… it´s been months. I think. At least, weeks.