It comes in twos and threes

I could sleep, but I'd rather save it for the Frankfurt-to-JFK flight in 6 hours. 6 hours! When things are about to begin, the wait is an eternity; when they end, they end too quickly.

Last night we wanted to take photos by the river, but it was raining, so we took pictures in the doorway of the hostel, beneath the "World of Sex" banner. Replace one kind of romance for another -- adaptability, that's the key to international travel! When we tried to get on our flight from Heathrow to Munich and were denied because ... umm ... we had missed the flight by an entire day, did we throw our hands in the air and admit defeat? You bet we did! But then we madly scrambled to find last-minute accommodation in London and a flight to Frankfurt later in the week, and here we are: exhausted and sick, yet sad to see the end, but also looking forward to going to the drive-in back home.

The harder I try to conjure a clever zinger to end this post, the sadder I get, so nevermind.

Fuckin' drive-in.