"Jaz"

21, male, abroad
Her name is Anna. This is the little angel that would often “spuckt” on me after giving her the bottle. The father would call her his “Maus” (Mouse). That practically melted me each time.

Her name is Anna. This is the little angel that would often “spuckt” on me after giving her the bottle. The father would call her his “Maus” (Mouse). That practically melted me each time.

I discovered I was allergic to straw during my time on the farm. There were nights where I definitely thought I would die. Thankfully I didn’t.

I discovered I was allergic to straw during my time on the farm. There were nights where I definitely thought I would die. Thankfully I didn’t.

Crazypizzatime…

Crazypizzatime…

Everyday of my (farm)life.

Everyday of my (farm)life.

Sometime in January 2012.Höslwang“I am one lucky man to be somewhere so beautiful…” 

Sometime in January 2012.
Höslwang
“I am one lucky man to be somewhere so beautiful…”
 

January 1st, 2012Höslwang, Germany

January 1st, 2012
Höslwang, Germany

December 31st, 2011:Thalgau, Austria

December 31st, 2011:
Thalgau, Austria

December 31st, 2012:SalzburgI met up with one of my best friend’s from Auburn and celebrated New Year’s with him, his girlfiend, and 27 Austrians in a cabin. Good times were definitely had.  

December 31st, 2012:
Salzburg
I met up with one of my best friend’s from Auburn and celebrated New Year’s with him, his girlfiend, and 27 Austrians in a cabin. Good times were definitely had.  

December 30th, 2012:MunichToday I did the touristy route of Munich. This is Marienplatz. I had already been to most of the places when I had gone a few years ago. Nothing has changed, it’s still touristy.  

December 30th, 2012:
Munich
Today I did the touristy route of Munich. This is Marienplatz. I had already been to most of the places when I had gone a few years ago. Nothing has changed, it’s still touristy.  

December 30th, 2012:MunichThese stairs probably lead somewhere down to hell. I didn’t feel like following them, instead I went to a modern art museum. After looking at some things that are considered “art” (plain wooden boxes that looked like they were from Ikea filling an entire room), I figured I was in some sort of hell. I felt like an uncultured buffoon.

December 30th, 2012:
Munich
These stairs probably lead somewhere down to hell. I didn’t feel like following them, instead I went to a modern art museum. After looking at some things that are considered “art” (plain wooden boxes that looked like they were from Ikea filling an entire room), I figured I was in some sort of hell. I felt like an uncultured buffoon.

December 30th, 2012:Munich

December 30th, 2012:
Munich

December 30th, 2012:MunichMy first international CS experience. I could not have asked for a better host. 

December 30th, 2012:
Munich
My first international CS experience. I could not have asked for a better host. 

December 29th, 2011:Munich “I woke up today thinking, ‘I am in Munich.’ I can get used to this.”

December 29th, 2011:
Munich 
“I woke up today thinking, ‘I am in Munich.’ I can get used to this.”

So, some people may know that I am exploring Europe. I figured that because I am going to be experiencing a lot of new things, meeting a lot of new people, and probably losing my sanity, I would document photographically and little snippets from my journal  in the next several months.December 28th, 2011:“I don’t what to expect in these upcoming months. I only know that I am waiting in an airport and staying the night in Munich. The other details will hopefully stitch together into something pleasantly delightful… If not, too late to turn back. Yikes…” 

So, some people may know that I am exploring Europe. I figured that because I am going to be experiencing a lot of new things, meeting a lot of new people, and probably losing my sanity, I would document photographically and little snippets from my journal  in the next several months.

December 28th, 2011:
“I don’t what to expect in these upcoming months. I only know that I am waiting in an airport and staying the night in Munich. The other details will hopefully stitch together into something pleasantly delightful… If not, too late to turn back. Yikes…”