So last night Nikki got teargassed twice, John and Marty were arrested, and Logan has a hunk of his chin missing due to a bottle smashing into his dome. Welcome to the May day riots in Berlin...and we were only watching the protestors. We heard on the news this morning that this was the least destructive, most peaceful riots there have been on May day in Berlin for years...the burning dumpsters and people plow mobiles told us a little different story, but whatever. We went out to celebrate our American friendīs 21st birthday and expected mayhem simply because of the date but we didnīt quite know what was in store....truly, all who went with us last night could write a book. Riots in Eugene pale in comparison.
Anyway, all of you who actually read this read Loganīs blog as well so I wonīt go into further detail about our entirely unsuccessful trip to Seville, if you can call like 12 hours in a town, most of it drinking guiness in an Irish pub, a trip. We got back to (the vortex known as) Barcelona and immediately ran into one of our friends who told us he had just gotten his ticket to Seville because him and another friend were going to meet up with Logan and I. He was pissed, we kicked it at our old hostel with him to make up for it, and naturally, didnīt get any sleep and almost missed our train to Paris the next morning. We only spent one night in Paris and wanted to go see a few things we missed the first trip around, but that good nightīs sleep was very much in order and we passed out early after a nice walk along the river. The next morning, maybe it was Tuesday, we caught a train to Stuttgart to stay with our friend Taylorīs relatives. We pretty easily got ahold of AND COMMUNICATED WITH them, they picked us up at the bus stop, and were extremely hospitable though they had a 3 week old and 4 other children under the age of 14 living there. Man what a happy, adorable little family. The kids all got along and were obedient (unlike those damn rugrats on the train) and understood a few words of english here and there, as well as our broken German, so we got to play with and read to little german kids. The few days we spent there were definatley a nice change of pace from Barcelona and the scenery was incredible. We went and took a few walks just minutes out of their back door out into the beautiful countryside of the outskirts of Stuttgart. Really, that was about all we did, and eventually made our way back to Berlin Friday....as you can see, itīs madness at John and Nikkiīs again. We leave tomorrow for Prague and have to be responsible. Poo.
Time to go see Kill Bill 2 (finally!!) Iīm sure Logan will write more about Stuttgart. Really, we had a wonderful time and canīt thank Tom and Antje enough. More later. Iīm alive and didnīt even break a nail last night...and as for Logan, well, his friend is in medschool and we have a good first aid kit. Donīt worry moms...