Nine Flights in Nine Days

or How to Be a Terrible Planner-Aheader

or How to Be a Fiscally Irresponsible Traveler (and not give two fucks about the money)

or How to Live as if You'll Never Get Another Chance to Travel to Europe Again

or Kyle Brown Wants to See Some Snowcapped Mountains Fuck Yeah Hey Hey

Day One:  London to Dublin

The initial plan was to come back here to Dublin and just chill and finish the novel, but fuck that.  Let's see some more Europe!  Let's go where I can show how little conversational German I can understand!  When will I get another chance to up my country count as easily as now since I'm so close the Continent?

Who knows.

So here it goes.

There is a crossroads of sorts in Kyle's life.  Where will he end up?  Which of the myriad of forks will he take?  What will he do there?  What will he do when he gets back?  If he gets back?  

I've been asked, "Are you homesick?"  No, I'm the opposite of whatever that is.  Sick of home.  In love with not being there.  In love with doing something else.  So hopefully with all of my time on planes (trains and automobiles), I can live these final nine days like that sappy, sappy cliche:  like there is no tomorrow.

But there is a tomorrow.  And I will fly to Berlin.