Written April 17th, 2009

I dont know what else to do on this train ride besides write. I am still dying without music and some girl was playing her music just loud enough to tease me. Im considering starting my own hostel. I think that would be really interesting and I could combine all the good aspects of all the hostels Ive been to and make the best hostel in the world. The 2 best hostels were london's and Scotland's. Maybe the UK just has the best hostels. To be honest I dont think this trip was really about photography for me. Ive learned so much more about myself, people, and cultures besides my own. ..later.. I guess I took the rediculously long way on the train. Woops. Franks friend came with him to pick me up then we got chinese food. We decided that we're going to Amsterdam. I love dutch people and their outlooks on everything. I met a boy and a girl today and they were both super nice. I also met this older guy who used to work in a coffeeshop. We got along really well. He was so chill and the silences between us were really comfortable. I feel like were were old souls that knew each other in another lifetime. We talked about Alaska. He wants to come to the states so bad, i wish I could make that happen. I met a backpacker that kept rambling off some amazing quotes, too bad I didnt have a notebook. I liked pretty much everyone I met tonight. I feel like I want to be comfortable enough to admit my weaknesses to my parents but my mom has already shown instead of encouragement she thinks I should go stay with my relatives in Germany and/or go home like..now. I feel it wouldbe ignorant of me to think things will be much different when I get home.