Will

155_Sitting

I went for a short walk this morning after a five-dollar breakfast of bread and orange juice. The day has turned cloudy and it is beginning to rain a bit so I suppose that I will hang around the hostel and catch a train to Sweden tomorrow. This is a fairly nice hostel; I am

Paradox

154_Maybe

After getting lost once again and not walking long enough in one direction; depending on the area, Amsterdam was not walked long enough; I found my way into a hostel in Copenhagen, Denmark having a shower and clean sheets on a bed.  The night is not so cold if you are lugging your all-in possessions.

Religion

153_Out_Of_Amsterdam

Out of Amsterdam this early A.M. before the sun was over the 1600 year-built buildings. I have let many situations remain behind me in that city since I am already there in several clones and the more I thought about it, the less I could see myself walking hand and hand with what was offered.

Plan

152_Plan

Not much going on with me tonight. I feel like sleeping but really do not want to sleep. While walking around the city, I found a great little Arabic vegetarian restaurant. I plan on eating there again tomorrow on the way back from getting transportation to Brussels and going by the post office, then maybe

150_Occurrence

The strangest occurrence has happened to me today. As I was attending to the daily duties of life, at the laundry mat, there came upon a fellow from the United States of America who was traveling abroad. He was heading upon the same path as me. This fellow looked like me, same height, same goofy

149_Third_Full_Mooon

Last night was the third full moon on my journey. Remembering that it started on a full moon. My load seems to be getting lighter of course maybe I am just getting use to carrying it. I’m sitting in a railway station waiting on the train to carry me to my destination, a shuttle to

english pounds

148_Pounds

So, I stayed and saw the town of Harwich. I must say that it is my kind of town, a seaport, old, quiet and not American. It is so not American that it is the town from which the Mayflower sailed to America. I stayed because zero hundred hours was too late for arrival into

Truth

147_Taken

It was well worth the wait for the foot ferry. I meet an artist from Harwich whose work has been to Italy and the U.S. but was taken under another’s benefit. Stephanie or Defanie is her name. She walked me to the train station from the ferry and now here I sit again waiting on