Italia, Sweet Italia!

When last we left off, dear readers, I had succeeded in getting into Europe.
Apparently my desire for punishment went unquenched, as I, in a misguided
motion, attempted to regain entry into the U.K. Needless to say, they held me
in a cell, yet again, for 8 hours this time before shipping me back to Germany.

On a side note, if you are ever looking to get detained in an airport, London Stansted
is the place to do it. The staff is much more genial than the folks at Heathrow... and they
have a rather impressive selection of movies to while away the time with.

Unfortunately, Stansted could not send me back to my airport of departure (Zweibrucken),
and instead shipped me to Karlsruhe Baden, which is about 100 miles away. After spending
a night in a very nice, relatively cheap, hotel, I hopped a train to Basel Baden, and then
got an Interrail (an alternative to Eurail) pass for a couple of days, and proceeded south
to what would be (hopefully) warmer and more hospitable climes.
Hospitable, yes. Warmer... eh, not so much.
The fabled Italian sun is, thus far, hiding, and teaching me how much I should have packed a jacket. Alas and alack!

What have we learned thus far?
A) Screw the British.
B) Bless the Germans.
C) Eat with the Italians.
D) Pack warm clothes. Seriously.

More to come later.

VICTORY!

At long last, I have finally succeeded in infiltrating European society!
Now, nothing can stop my worldwide conquest. Well, nothing except more deportation...
but we won't even think the word for fear of jinxing the rest of the trip, will we?

More to come soon.

God bless the Germans.