I could have gone to the Caribbean.

Hamburg is a much more lively city. But today all I'd like to do is watch Ratatouille and cook for myself. I'm such a grown-up, or am I just getting ready to party? Shops close around 6, but restaurants and clubs open around 9, and that's the slow start crowd. So what do you do before you go out Friday Night in Hamburg?

SPOILER ALERT FOR DAD WHEN YOU READ THIS:
Traveling does shit for your train of thought, unless you have someone to converse with. Dad is a curious man and we can get some fun balls rolling about Etruscan death cults, but we're not quite on the same emotional wavelength yet. That's not a bad thing, because we're comfortable not talking too, which is more important.

Amongst songs in my head, I have time to give things a good ol thinking. The results are good. It's far more dangerous for me to be on the internet, so when that happens I jump at the chance to go 'dancing.'

Thinking of you, Dear Reader, while at the Pergamonmuseum yesterday.

This is 'my pose' for you. The inscription at the top says, "Before entering, STOP!" Which of us is being more suggestive?