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GYPSY: (noun) One inclined to a nomadic, unconventional way of life. The first time I traveled alone I was 4. My mom pinned a note to my dress then put me on a plane from Atlanta to L.A. to visit my dad for the summer. That must have marked the beginning of my insatiable wanderlust because I can't seem to get enough of running away from home. In the mean time, I've spent my life between a career in the media and years in the hospitality industry. My independence has kept me single but that's a part of life when your first love is travel. I've been robbed in Australia and slept on a park bench in Amsterdam, but at the end of the day, I was on the road and that's where I'm most at home.

Sunday, July 09, 2006

DEUTSCHLAND!

This will be a quick one because I need to go exploring today, but I made it to Berlin, and last night it was pandemonium all over as Germany beat Portugal for third place. You would think they won the cup, they were freaking out! All night parties, honking horns, but very tame compared to what would have happened if England won. Lots of security too, SWAT teams everywhere. I will post more later, but am finally starting to get my head out of Prague but my heart is still there. Oh, speaking of...I have a Guy Pierce barman update! Of course, on my last day there, the one guy I have a crush on for 3 weeks...asks me out...HELLO! After our stroll to Old Town, we met up again, and of course he offered to smoke a spliff with me, that is somehow the Czech ice-breaker, so we smoke and he is talking again and then says "I would like to maybe go to the park with you sometime and maybe take a bike ride." AUGHHHHH!!! Oh well, I told Otto to put in a good word for me and that I would see him next time I was thete. Must run! LATERS!

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