Whew! its been quite a whirlwind here, never real feel like i have time to sit down and write a blog and yet, i never have anything to do-funny how that works out. i have decided to let go of the past, and start a more recent blog approach. for those that really want to know an depth, write me an email with specific questions. possible questions might be, but are not limited to: a-how many smelly frenchman have you sat next to on a train b-what makes belgium beer so damn good c-if the moon was made out of chocolate, would you eat it d-if a cow falls off the side of a mountain does anybody hear its cowbell on the way down and e- what is the secret ingredient that makes rosti the delectable treat that it is. Anyway, no more lame attempts at humor, just hardcore journalism from now on out. I will sum up the rest of wilbur and i´s wild ride. the swiss alps--top 5 things ive seen in my life, most likely will remain there my whole life (unless dogs could really play poker, that would be pretty damn cool and might nudge it out). what can i say, 3 hrs of hiking down a mountain in the alps, munching on nuts and chocolate, feeling the cartiledge in my knees disappear into thin air. and the rosti, google it, go to switzerland, eat it, love it. from there we had an anticlimatic fianle in geneva. by far the worst city in switzerland, mainly due to the french influence. a day in barca in which i hauled two bags around the city for literally 6 hours or so a la rat in maze with no cheese at end. i had no plan really. then off to tomatina? not quite, brainless activity on my part leads me to the town of toledo. pretty cool in itself. had a few ¨"who am i" moments, but then rallied to really enjoy the city. then madrid, where i currently am. having a great time here. last night i wandered into a hookah bar, not quite amsterdam, but pretty coo. met a german girl, american girl, and spaniard there. went out, drank some boxed wine in one of many plazas, then did it up til the early morn. it was definitely a moment to savor, soaking in the spanish lifestyle, streets littered with people of all ages, street performers that would put the backstreet boys to shame, and a feeling of, "damn, am i really doing this right now?" the language thing is definitely difficult, but every time a make a little small stride i feel a great excitement. im starting to pick up more words here and there and hopefully will be able to get by a little better in another month or so. i feel very at home here in madrid, pretty comfortable. i like that the travelling solo routine is better. i met a few more people today, they were american girls that had lived in madrid for a year or more. they made me feel good about where im at and were very helpful. they were like the symbol of where i want to be language and comfort wise. im either going to meet back up with them or with the people from last night tonight. so, what did i do today? uhhhhh, hmmmmm, wellll, pretty much nothing. woke up at 10, not on my accord after a long night, went to a cafe, ordered a coke and mejillones, which i ordereed because i didnt know what they were. turns out it was the first time i had mussles, not my favoritte , but i finished them god dammit while people watching. then walked to the park Retiro, met those girls, walked through the park, found a shack and watched the end of the argentina spain bball game with some locals. i was exuberant with them when spain pulled it out. walked and got some food with the americans, and now im here at an internet cafe. next step, siesta baby. going out again tonight. i need to get out before i get timed out.

hasta luego