Or something to that effect. My dad is a fan of this one time in a Garfield comic...
We leave Berlin on the night train tonight for Paris. We're sunburnt, tired and sore. Life hurts right now, but I'm still high from the excitement of flying back into Germany. I love this country.
Living in Latvia makes travel easier and generally cheaper, so I can afford to indulge in my travel obsession and fanaticism.
We may attempt to learn French by 10 AM tomorrow morning.