“shit it’s 2 a.m.” i say every day at 2 a.m. as if i am surprised
okay babe i’ll stay
But that’s the wonderful thing about foreign travel, suddenly you are five years old again. You can’t read anything, you have only the most basic sense of how things work, you can’t even reliably cross the street without endangering your life. Your whole existence becomes a series of interesting guesses.
|—||Bill Bryson, Neither here nor There: Travels in Europe (via cavum)|
Tell someone you love them today, because life is short. But shout it at them in German, because life is also terrifying and confusing.