Seriously, I don't know anything about you. I arrived in your foreign land after having endured six, long, agonizing hours of food poisoning on the plane, only to arrive still questioning life. I then dragged myself and what was left of Bobby (he too was suffering from food poisoning, but on an even greater level), onto a train for a three hour long journey deep into the mountains to a little skiing town called Grindelwald. From there it was 24 hours of deep sleep and then skiing for a few days. I then got back onto a three hour train, headed for Zurich, and boarded a plane for Barcelona. Maybe we'll meet again...
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