European Vacation

So I'm pecking this post out from the great city of Warsaw. I just ripped the toenail off the middle toe on my right foot on my parent's bathroom door. I would highly recommend this to everyone (on your own bathroom door, not my parents) if you are looking for some cheap fun. I can't really think of a better way to get this trip off on a better foot (pun intended). On the way to the airport in Dallas, I picked up a hitchhiker named Sharon. It was the second time in my life that I've done this. I think I'll do it again. It's a good way to talk about God to them because they can't really jump out of my car at 78 mph. Also, I got the middle three seats to myself on the flight from Houston to Amsterdam so I had the nicest Trans-Atlantic flight to date. Somehow I just know I won't be so lucky on the return trip. I'm bound to sit by a slightly balding, 265 pound man from Kamchatka who will breathe on me the entire flight. I'm keeping my fingers crossed though.