Traveled.

I return, victorious, from my European conquest, whereupon I did indeed tour much of southern and eastern Germany (including the majestic formerly-walled city of Berlin) and managed to avoid doing any of the following to a teenager:

  1. wring neck,
  2. assault with a broken beer bottle, or
  3. throw in front of (ubiquitous) speeding U Bahn Train.

I did:

  1. call one (or more) “asshole” (sometimes repeatedly and with feeling),
  2. call one (or several) “dumbass” or “stupid-ass” (when dumbass started sound repetitive),
  3. swear off of leading stupid-ass asshole teenagers through Europe.

The rest of them weren’t half bad, though.

More to follow as I sleep and become less jetlagged.