über ihr Wanderlust
So, Erin leaves for Austria tomorrow. It will be her first time in
Europe; after this she will be ahead of me by one. She is, of course,
visiting Erin-dasdie-andere in
Stegersbach, but there will necessarily be some roaming about the
Central European countryside. Could even be gallavanting. Hard to say
at this point.
[Oh, in case anyone was wondering, there are no “coffeeshops” in
AMS/Schiphol. Apparently the Amsterdam airport is so far out in the boonies
that nobody’s set up shop there—you have to take the train into
the center of Amsterdam (a trip of at least a half hour each way).
Fortunately, Schiphol itself is supposed to be among the swankier
airports in the world, so a couple-hour layover isn’t the worst thing in
the world. (It’s just not enough time to get lifted before you, uh, lift
off.) Aside: Why is this such a big deal for us? Are we slaves
to the law, or to our own laziness? And is it cheesy to be a “pot
tourist”? Erin says that it’s like gambling in Vegas, and my response
was something along the lines of, “Yeah, well, maybe if gambling were
illegal everywhere else.” She just, you know, looked at me.]
Update 3/19: the “other” Erin writes,
1. It’s “Erin DIE andere.” You’ve made me neuter, which, you know…not so
much.2. There will be no gallavanting. There will, however, be frolicking.