It's 8:30 a.m. in Munich and we leave for Venice in a bit. Those of you who commented on leaving the group are right. I feel like I'm hitting only tourist spots with people who've never seen anything in their lives. That's generalizing, and I should't do that, but I have almost no time to write what I want.

Went to a famous German beer hall last night and had four liters. When I heard them play Country Roads and New York, New York, I knew I was in the wrong place. I didn't come here to listen to music that would be considered cheesy even back home.

Got back to the hotel bar around midnight, and some of our pack was concerned for one of the drunken guys who was missing. I was like, "Who gives a shit. He's probably having a good time." I guess his wife thought it a good idea to leave him alone in a foreighn country after six liters of beer.

The cab ride home last night was in a Mercedes. Pretty rockin'. The rest of Munich is pretty old and pretty nice. Not the most rocking town. You think about war a lot here.

I should get some breakfast now. I am sorry this all reads like I have no brain. I really feel dumb over here, not knowing languages and some of the ways things work. I appreciate all your comments and e-mails. I wish my friends were with me. I appreciate now how much I love to write, but it's hard now. Anyway, go Yanks and know that I am doing well here and will kick your ass with pictures and a real write-up when I get back.