Home safe and sound

Sorry the blog somewhat disappeared into thin air but after Prague the group somewhat went their separate ways. After learning that it would take a 15 hour train ride to get from Prague to Amsterdam we all quickly weighed our options. John and Mitch decided it would be best if they just fly directly to London, stay a couple days, and catch their flight out to Seattle. Sam, Keagan, Darrick, and Drew bit the bullet and hopped on the train. Justin and I stayed an extra day in Prague and flew to Amsterdam.

Amsterdam was by far one of everyones favorite places. The character of the city is addictive with its uneven buildings and canals. Our hostel was in the red light district which created plenty of entertainment. As we were there Drew and Sam were the last to leave the group and fly home. From there Darrick, Justin, and I had to start making decisions for our last week. We decided to head out to the Flying Pigs beach hostel in Noordjik on the coast. It was nothing more then a sleepy beach town which allowed for some much need decompressing. We ended up staying two nights because we really had nothing planned.

After the beach we headed to Brugge, Belgium. The hostel was definitely the most un-liked of all. We assumed it used to be an asylum. Brugge itself was really cool, much like a medieval fortress. The chocolate was unreal and the beer was never ending. We had one great night at the Druids cellar, an underground Irish pub. The three of us had plenty of time to contemplate life and whats to come.

After Brugge we had a long traveling day. We headed back to Amsterdam to catch a flight to London, and then on to find our hostel somewhere around Hyde park. The hostel was nice with a great location. We spent most of our one day there wondering around Hyde park. The boys took a nap at one point. In the morning we had to be up at 5 and on the tube to get to Heathrow International. It was a long morning to say the least. After 18 hours of traveling we all landed in Seattle around 5. It has now been 5 days since we have been home and I am still feeling the ends of jet leg.

There are no words to sum up the trip we just had. All we know is the real world is looking awful. Some are already at work and others are avoiding at all costs.  But at least were all alive =)

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