Eurotrip--We Live It!

Hello all!

This is Ali and Renée reporting from Vienna! We have not been sold into slavery. Thanks Papa Stairs for checking...just in case.

We wanted to inform and enlighten you all of some of our adventures thus far. All centering around one theme...the movie Eurotrip. Yes all, I know it is a bad movie. But it is so funny and Ali has seen it, like 20 times. (Renée, zero times.) But who needs a movie when life so closely resembles the script? Oh yes, the whole film is an exaggeration...but not by much.

For example, last night we were sitting peacefully in our 20-person bunk room in our hostel (in the middle of nowhere) when we were verbally acosted by a crazy Hungarian man. Accent two shakes away from the man of Bratislava in the movie. You know, the guy that talks about just getting Miami Vice on the telly? Well, this man sounded quite close. And he told us that Ronald Regan was the best US president so far. Oh yeah. And he prefaced the most racist things we've ever heard in our life by saying "I'm not racist...but..."

And let's not overlook the detail of the 20 person hostel room. That in itself...Eurotrip. I sleep with my valuables...practically up my anus.

Or how about the train to Munich? Thank goodness there have been no pants-less Italian men (though there pants-less German in the hostel.) We did have a very nice, but very enthusiastic French family. They gave us a really yummy piece of cheese...but come morning Renée and I were on the very bottom beds, and upon waking up, the entire family said "Good morning!" in English. When I looked up, I saw four faces looking down at me...in a very creepy fashion. We got out of the compartment first.

We'll update you very soon--we'll be hitting Prague tomorrow...and we speak no Czech. Oh yeah. Pointing and hoping.