tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31763143.post116120507382332093..comments2015-03-01T10:17:24.996-08:00Comments on bengu ayfer: benguhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02565468382514799959noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31763143.post-1161208578168060922006-10-18T14:56:00.000-07:002006-10-18T14:56:00.000-07:00I want to go to Italy first. After that, I'm think...I want to go to Italy first. After that, I'm thinking about taking the train to go to England, meet a couple of friends. I'd also like to see some germany.<BR/><BR/>At work, I speak german with another guy. He's trying to learn german in order to move over there in a couple of years. He has a similar fascination with germany than I have with italy, and having had a few classes of german a few years ago, I help him out learning german. I'm always amazed to realize I remember that much from my german classes. I barely recall going to those classes (there was a bar right across the street from the college, after all). München... I want to go there as well. On my pilgrimage through my own personal literary shrines: Wittenberg and Leipzig, in germany. Amsterdam, in the netherlands. I have to spend only a few hours in Paris, not much more (because the french annoy me... so much for my french heritage). Obviously, Firenze. Rome. Mostly Firenze.<BR/><BR/>Tell me... wait... I'll write you an email.Frankhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12845152088122021616noreply@blogger.com