So I just got a cheap flight to Dublin for St. Pattys day... I cannot put into words the feelings going through my body right now. Happy, happy is one of those emotions so maybe I can. So I've got some new pictures up, this time of Luxembourg and Munich, Germany. This is where I hit rock bottom during my trip. Don't get me wrong I love both cities and I was in Munich for New Years and it was great but.... fine I'll tell the story, just don't tell my mother. Or if she does hear... I survived so no worries. Honestly I refused to tell this story to my family while it was happening, heart attacks would have ensued. It's the 29th of December and I'm in Luxembourg. I'm planning to leave for Munich and New Years tomorrow and stay with a girl that I met via couchsurfing (i've all ready explained that yes?). I check my email that night and find out that she can't host me anymore due to a family emergency she has to leave the country. I've been traveling for about 3 weeks so I have no problem staying in a hostel for the first time though. Forgot that it's New Years though... meaning that hostels are all booked on the 31st and the only hotel I can find costs about $200 US. I'm scrambling, I have no wear to sleep on New Years eve. One of the guys I've met in Luxembourg is well... shady. He's been sleeping on my host's couch for about 3 months and he, well, he smells. After talking with him for awhile I find out he's fled Germany illegally because he's evading taxes. He's from Munich though and wants to help me out. He tells me where to go and what to do in the city and is even talking to friends in the city trying to find me a place to stay. Despite his weirdness I'm hopeful. He says he might know one guy and runs upstairs to talk with the guy online. After about an hour he calls me up to talk with the guy. Anyway, he's using a gay porn sight to talk with this guy. I'm really hesitant but i try not to judge a book by its cover, but it's awkward.After a few seconds get "so what do you look like?" from mister online. "Yoah! Do you really know this guy?" I ask Mr. Smelly. "Well, not really but I've been talking with him on this website for like 2 months and he seems alright. I think he has a wife so he won't rape you." Needless to say that was a "thanks, but this weirds me out" situation. I kind of run away from Luxembourg the next morning still without a place to stay on New Years. I decide to lock up my stuff in train station lockers and just party all night (it is New Years after all, that's what they do right?). I'm booked into a hostel the next day and I can check in at 2 in the afternoon, I can party that long. Fast forward to New Years, I don't' know anyone in the city yet. I meet a few other tourists while running about the city and watch one of the most intense firework displays I've ever seen. Afterward I go out to the bar with my tourist buddies until 3. I'm rather intoxicated by now and the bar is closing. I like these tourist people but I'm too proud (and stupid really) to tell them I'm homeless for the night. After we part ways I head Olympic park cuz I know they have lots of trees and nice soft grass. I push a bunch of leaves together and fall asleep wearing my enormous jacket. The alcohol kind of kept me warm but around 5 I can't feel my legs. I get up and figure that I might as well sleep in the train station. It takes me an hour to get there and I find a waiting room full of the homeless, crack addicts and few fellow travelers trying to catch some Z's. I close my eyes and about 10 minutes later the cops come in tossing us all out... I guess it's because they don't want us scaring away "real customers". They give me a real weird look when they see me sleeping in there. I walk around for about another hour through Munich before I give up and decide to try to check into my hostel. I'm sleep deprived and I've been walking for about the last 24 hours so I'm beat. I go to the hostel and they don't let me check in but at this point I don't care and find a dark corner in their lobby with a bean bag. I'm out until 4 and finally check into my room. I slept through about the entire day. So that was New Years. It was actually a lot of fun! Plus I didn't get any scars and after a shower I didn't even smell like a hobo anymore. Alls well that ends well. Later Skaters... oh and don't tell my mom! 
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