stuff

i don't belive in sudden changes, even seemingly sudden changes are prompted by a lot of background, nothing is ever trully spontateouse and anything that is slowely readjusts, this is arguably absurdly broad but i am trying to apply it to different parts of life, it applies to civilzations, cultures, and of course personal life, perhaps the most famous formulation of this idea is Aristotle's Golden Mean, the idea of everything in moderation, this idea existed in many different forms in many different views of life, the stoics to which i feel most of a kindred, belived in an inner sense of moderadiot as opposed to our actions, we can do whatever we want as long as we are able to undergo internal calm or whatever the or whatever the word they used was, i agree that as long as we have an internal calm we can do whatever the hell we want if it gets us off heel it is wrong, if we feel alieanted from ourself it is wrong, mental illness is not wrong because society does not accept the behaviors of the ill but it is when they are not at peace with themselves

there is that quote in my profile from hesse which was meant to describe people later in life but i feel it applies to me as well, as do many angsty teens, no matter how much you learn you change the scenery there is the internal facet that ahs to be dealt with differently and none of that stuff matters as long as the internal stuff is in order (stoics), i had a friend that moed to settle for a year because he was in a rut but it wasn't until he found his fiance, in upstate ny where he was originally living, did he come out of that rut, its not a matter of where you move what you see or what you learn that will bring peace real peace to yourself, but its how you approach those things, how you take care of the internal world, and in turn that will color everything external

i like to travel alone because other people slow me down and i have to put what i want second, but perhaps i am wrong in dismissing people so quickly, thing only seem real when you tell them to someone else so that they have some existence outside of yourself, this is the type of bullshit that i laugh when i read because it is bullshit, its not something you write about but simply something you come to realize, perphase because i am feeling a bit pretentious its like a zen saying that you don't get until you do

Paris

Paris is nice it is and i think will always be one of my favorite cities. I like the buildings, the shit, the people not as much. I didn't get to see as much of the city as I would have liked, for some reason I was very tired, and that is in no way a dig.

Bought another Marquz book which is nice but will offer a distraction from Kant. Its a very interesting book because it heardly has any breaks sentences go on for pages and there are no paragraph; chapters offer the only reprive.

The train ride was less than steller out of Paris, but nowhere near as bad as the one going in. Going in it was a small crowed train full of drunk revelers* not what I needed at 2 in the morning on 6 hours of sleep. I originally planned to travel everywhere like that but i doubt I can do it for more than a few days. Now I'm in Amsterdam for tree days, we'll see how that ends.

Zurich

Thank god for McClean s... and internet cafes

Salzburg

I am sitting in an internet cafe with nothing better to do. I am sure I have a lot to write but I can´t think of any of it. I left Vienna today and spent the day here and in about three hours I am headed to Zurich and sometime tomorrow I think i am headed to Paris. After that the northern countries and I´m headed to Italy may also go to southern France and Switzerland again but idk.

I went through Zurich on my way to Vienna from Madrid... 24 hours of traveling but I started a blog about that might post it when I finish. I have a friend that updates his blog everyday, but than again its more of a politcal/social thing.. I´m waiting for him to run out of things to say but it hasn´t happened as of yet.

Salzburg was a bit of a disapointment even though the Alps are amazing. That was the best part of the city. Those with money to burn would have definitely appriciated the old town center, lots of boutique shopes.

I have little over 800€ for the rest of my trip, which should prove interesting esecially since my biggest expanse, sleeping probaly doesn´t take credit cards.

I have another 21 minuts to write, or I could tell two of my teachers why I don´t like the way I was taught any more... I think I´ll do that:

Madrid-train-Vienna

Back in Vienna, stange but this place feels like home as well. Even though between my cousins and my grandmotehr I may loose my mind.

My mother and I took a 6 hour bus trip to Madrid from Seville which was capped by a 3 hour search for the hotel she booked which was next to the airport but not on the metro line with the airport. It was in a residential area of Madrid, actually a very nice area. But it was strange to see a hotel in a resedential area. It was a nice hotel, very modern, very chic. It was monochrone and minimalistic with shaggy carpets and a glass shower. It had a picture of Mich´s David by the beds. A touch pretentious for the area. I wonder who would go there.. there were some women that looked like they werte there on work and a couple that seemed above it all.

We went to the Prado because that is, in my opinion at least, the only thing worth doing in Madrid. I don´t mean to make a disparanging remark om something I know very little of but it wasnt my favorite city. I wasn´t very impressed with it. After seeing as much art as I have and knowing as little about it as I do seeing another masterpiece is like having another glass of water. Even though I like Goya... but than again I would.

My mom´s flight was at 6 so we rushed through the museum

sevilla

apperently there is nothing going on on easter sunday

my mom is leaving on wensday and i´m leaving thrusday night, after spending the night with a friend, for vienna maybe stop in southern france or switzerland

i have to buy sume stuff for my aunt and uncle in vienna, my uncle just became a doctor, my grandmother is also there with the, rent money/the money i will use in my travels, from our apartment in romania and off to amsterdam followed by i think paris

cordoba

So now I am in cordoba, in a rather pricy internet cafe, so i´ll offer only the highlights. From Barcalona we flew to Granada but we almost did not make it. My mom organized my whole trip and so she made all the bookings and what not. So we had a plane for 6 from Barca to Granada. We went to see Park Guell and the muisic museum. We went the the airport and were there at around 5. We were looking at the big board trying to find our flight and only after asking the information guy did we realize that what my mother thought was 6 was actually 6 and not 18. The plane had gone almost 12 hours before. We wanted to buy plane tickets for the day after but there was another flight that had been delayed for a couple hours. Waiting in line a guy from ryanair hear my mother talking romanian and decided to get us on that plane since he was Romanian. After about half an hour of back and forth we were finally through inspection.
We arrived in Granada in the middle of the Easter Parade there. Our hotel was right in the middle of the procession, on a hill. So we had to fight our way to get there. The day after my mother since childbirth had this desire to see Alhambra, the Moorsih court in the last Muslim stronghold on the iberian peninsula. So we cauually strolled up a mountain at noon hoping to get tickets. Despite the dire warnings of the voice from above in the ticket office we thought we were going to get tickets. We were in the credit card line and when were ready to pay for the tickets we realized we did not have a pin for any of our credit cards. So we went to the cash only line who´s tickets ran out before we could buy them.
We haded into town to walk around an look and the excessive amounts of Indian imports. By and by we realized that we would need more cash so we headed to a bank. All the banks in town were closed, actually all the banks are closed until Monday. So we had 50 euros cash a hotel cash only bill of 80 euros and no banks. I did not wnat to use my credit card so finally on the second day were were open to find an exchange house that gave us the very reasonable rate of 1.47...
The second day we finally made it to Alhambra albeit in the rain and waiting in line for another 2 hours at 7 in the morning. I must admit is was very worth it.
We next traveled to the rather sad city of Malaga and dipped our feet in the Mediterenian Sea.
Now we are in Corboba and headed for Saville tomorrow, Easter. Apperantly that is the place to be on Easter, after Rome of course.

I´ll write more when I have time and clean this up eventually, perhaps.