If you see some gringo going too fast on a German bike in downtown Strasbourg, you’ll know who it is.
I missed the bus to the magical land of Europa Park, a theme park with its very own discount Mickey Mouse. Why? Because I swear Apple is conspiring against me.
Tonight, I moved an Academy Award winning director’s armoire into my roommate’s bedroom. A recently deceased director’s armoire, that is. Small world, Strasbourg.
I met an Iranian man this weekend. Suffice to say, he was not as I expected.
There’s something I overlooked when I came to Strasbourg. Namely, how much of a pain in the ass walking is.
Put bluntly, the Alsace-Lorraine region is the often fought over love-child of France and Germany.
Contrary to what my previous post might have implied, I actually enjoy Strasbourg. A lot. This god forsaken first world country is starting to grow on me.
This is the story of my first day in France, circa August 31, 2015. Enjoy.