Out The Door

I’m twenty four hours from vacation. Let me restate that: twenty four hours from getting out of Boston and bumming around Europe for two weeks. When I booked the trip, it seemed like it would never get here. Now it’s here and I’m… doing laundry. The backpack that I’m going to be living out of is still empty and I have to change some money.

But it’s time to go on the trip.

I get into Zurich 8am Thursday morning. Then Munich for the Oktoberfest. Then Amsterdam for, well, Amsterdam. I catch a flight to Dublin for Guinness, Jameson and Joyce. Then I fly home.

Two weeks without a phone or reliable internet access. Two week without work. Two weeks without Boston. Just me, a backpack, a passport and a stack of travel information. Here’s hoping to meeting everyone in Europe – hopefully I make a few travel buddies.

I’ve got to get going. I’ve got to finish packing. I’ve got to prep my liver for the liters of beers I’m going to be drinking.

I’ll be back soon. I’ll post an obscene amount of pictures when I get home.