My wonderful sister bought me this. It fell out of the sky from heaven and tasted it like it.

We hadn’t eaten in a while…times is hard ya know…and we had to share it, but it was so good. You can’t go to London and not have Fish and chips.

The Clink Museum in London…where you get to behead people.

It sparkles.

Shadiest hostel of all. 3 Roomies: One pill-popper, one live-in who ran away from an abusive boyfriend…who showed up every night, and one stow-away whose visa had expired but a had an arrest warrant back in South Africa.

eek.

Frolicking in Rome.

Drove a tractor on a farm in Germany.

People really know how to celebrate a win in Munich.

FIFA fan-fest in Nurnburg.

We talked and walked around Prague all night with these boys and landed back at the hostel at dawn.

We all still keep in touch, the one in the middle was there to meet his long-lost penpal Czech love.

Berlin for the World Cup final!

The whole city went soccer.

I think this was the fish Ewan McGregor was looking for.

This guy just jumped in and pulled it out of a lake in Potsdam.

We met a bunch of British kids on the train back from the Berlin final, and we became best friends. This one, Caius, went to Berlin with everything he needed in the pockets of his tight jeans. Passport, wallet, train tickets, World Cup pass, snacks, a pack of cigarettes, and of course a full sized Italian flag.

I call Mary Poppins Pants.