Here I come World...

I'm on the ICE 642 train to Duisburg, Germany, and then make a quick switch to Holland. Our train ride is six hours of a whole lotta trees and European funk. People really shouldn't eat on the train (as I put a strawberry müsli (granola) in my mouth) - it makes me breathe differently. I'm discouraged to fully inhale this stale wagon air we all have to share.

My two friends and I booked a six-bedroom hostel in Amsterdam. I'm certain that I will have a mini anxiety attack since I find sharing spaces a repulsive consequence of being a frugal traveler. On that note, my globe-trotting pass (http://www.eurail.com/) was purchased in my favor so that I could finally get around to seeing this over-sized world of ours. I'm on a 10-day excursion through Amsterdam, Paris and Prague. I'll be cranking these blurbs out all along the way. I can't wait to see something erotic, sketchy and scandalous in this Red Light District where the nymphos won't let you snap their pictures. I'm going to play the tourist card. They can't criminalize me for taking a picture of an Amsterdamian building that happens to be an office space for sexually promiscuous women. All I have to say is the Anne Frank House better be a freaking bookcase.

I just discovered WC means toilet/washroom/bathroom on this train. That explains my beloved cleaning products. I guess I shouldn't go to the WC, Without Cash. I still don't like this.