The real planning began last Thursday, when Mike and I sat on the bed. With the Europe map, a supplemental map, a list of tentatively 44 cities, and two guidebooks finally before us, we started planning our route. As we traced our trajectory through Ireland, the UK, France, the Netherlands, Germany, the Czech Republic, Austria, Italy, Spain and Portugal, we cut out 20 cities.
A couple weekends ago, a man named Austin I met at a friend’s graduation party stood inches from my face speaking rapidly in Italian.
“Parla l’italiano?” Austin said. He brought the tip of his nose closer to my forehead. The slim man towered over me.
My original post-graduation plan was: move to New York, apply to a prestigious university like New York University or City University of New York for a master’s degree in journalism, then network, get an internship, get a Pembroke Welsh Corgie, and be set for life.
The plan now is: bum around for the summer, bum around in Europe for the fall, return to Reno, go to New York, apply to a prestigious institution (or get an internship), get a Pembroke Welsh Corgie, work my way up to J. Jonah Jameson status, and ultimately write fictional works that will receive great posthumous acclaim.