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been a long time since i’ve had a bhudda- that is a really good pie- for a while i was the only delivery guy at this place- we could eat whatever we wanted and even take some home, until benji saw john getting into the rialto w/a pizza- oh well!

i had been traveling through europe w/a friend of mine for a month or so and i drug him to so many museums and when we went in there my breath was taken away but he actually started crying- i was so glad to finally see my friend moved by art- what an amazing place!

so much beauty and there is great surf!!!

the architecture here is the best- on any side street and there are many- i love the guys who pick up the garbage in the old horse carts i love the sound of the hoofs on the old stone roads i love the incredible restaurants and the charm of this place-

I remember meeting some girls and climbing the mountian in the park and walking around the bay and going to the beach and there was a guy that wanted to kill me on the train there and we stayed in an australian hostel and the tapas were the best and the merry go round was cool and i went to some place in the mts. with peacocks, cidre!

i wrote a book about surfing up and down the coast of this place and living in the mts. too! i love this place!!!

i came into the train station- it felt a bit sketchy but i got a hotel room a couple of blocks away and some peeps were really partying in the next room and then i walked down some famous street and spent time in the gardens and walked to the hague the people were wilder than me here! tilborg

we got there in the A M and i had hardly slept on the flight over – it was confusing for me to change the money for the tube but then i was able to find the place my friend was working and ended up going out to some pub for karioke(they took their kerioke quite seriously) i had some bangers and mash the eventually got a hotel room for my self and spent quite alot of time in the british museum and ate the best indian food in several places the town has a good vibe- i liked it

I remember I was walking around alone one night in the Latin
Quarter when i met these louder semi-drunken american chics and hopped into a cab with them to some bar nearer Champs de le whatever and the bar tender was walking around on top of the bar and swinging all of the bar lights it was pretty crazy- i also met the wierdest man while i was doing my laundery in some little laundramat- man that was along time ago- 8yrs!