Interlaken Arrival
After finding my train about two nerve-wracking minutes before it left, spending the night with an Italian man and his aunt who spoke very little English, I've made it to Interlaken and this place is absolutely gorgous (I know, I know, I've been throwing that term around a lot, but I really don't know what else to say). I have a confession to make, though. I'm about to do something quite stupid. Remind me to tell you about it later.

5 Comments:
Bri...you are coming home in two weeks. Do something very stupid! Stupider the better. Now or never. Do it. Do it. DO IT!
Remember: Springsteen and Cards are all that matter.
signed,
Not Hunter (honest)
Who are you, Identity Thief??
For the record, I believe there are plenty of things that matter besides Bruce and the Cards. Beer, for instance. And friends who you haven't seen in four months and meet by chance five thousand miles from home. Thanks for a memorable day in Roma, Gilmore. Good luck on your travels. I believe I know what the incredibly stupid thing is, and I won't spoil it, but I sure hope you can get pictures.
I did the stupid thing...and want to talk about it and show all the INCREDIBLE pictures...but Im gonna wait until Im able to call home and talk to the parents :). Switzerland...ROCKS.
I'm glad you survived... and didn't drop your camera ;)
Brian!
Everyone does stupid things...
Im back home in Sweden now. Had the best last night in Dublin with Holly and Megan. No american soldier.. Start to plan a trip to Sweden now!
Caroline
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