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Paris is for lovers

Paris is for lovers

Random Observation/Comment #211: Jake, James, and I would make the hottest person imaginable if only our powers were combined.  Separately, we do a very good job attacking and defending our different fronts.  I usually get the intellectuals and Asian girls.  James goes for the tall blonde girls that like eccentric guys with white t-shirts and tattoos.  And Jake gets the cute girls that just so happen to enjoy his creepy look and fun sense of humor.  I deem this a quality observation.

There were plenty of memories from this trip, but I rather not explain all of them in detail on this blog. So instead, I’ll just write some vague moments that sound very interesting, but have a great story that goes with them.  I could have probably posted these as separate status updates.  Half of these will be for Natasha because making someone smile is fun.

Remember the time when…

  1. London free tours meeting new friends and having great Indian food at Brick Lane
  2. Norwegian chemistry teachers and Guinness fantastic-ness
  3. Westminster abbey service and Borough market kangaroo burger
  4. Random ping pong discovery
  5. First night drinking in public in front of police officers and helping the drunk Canadians
  6. Hooters with Kiwis at midnight in Interlaken
  7. Teaching beer pong with Keegan
  8. Jager craziness on the Swiss alps while sledding
  9. Ollie snow face plant
  10. Snowflakes the size of quarters in winter wonderland
  11. Who needs brakes? Just find a soft patch of snow and pray.
  12. Slightly zealous and hypocritical south African preaching Angels and Demons conspiracy theories
  13. Camping like champions; taking 45 minutes to get a fire going
  14. Bike ride through stinky town
  15. Unforgettable sights at Schilthorn 360 resturant
  16. Reeperbahn St Patty’s Day
  17. Sweedish girls at White Trash Fast Food in Berlin – what a mess
  18. Lenka’s artistic pictures with knives by candle light
  19. Bus ride to Berlin with lively Spanish girls and meeting new friends that grew throughout the trip
  20. Spin the bottle in the hostel learning many more interesting details about Hungarian girls (*cough* someone wants to have sex while skydiving)
  21. Clemens becomes the designated massage person and called a sneaker
  22. Fernando highly attracted to the Berlin tour guide as the history and loads of pictures continue
  23. Leena figures out my secret recipe – just add potatoes, pasta, cheese, and soup.
  24. Clemens Lasagna party
  25. Gulasch party
  26. Fish market… don’t actually remember the details (much like most fish market experiences)
  27. Cutting my own hair and then Anna’s hair – subsequent screaming expected
  28. Anna’s birthday celebration – beginning of the apartment’s legend of being the party place
  29. Taking pictures of the moon using her head as a stabilizer
  30. Picnics at Alster Lake – drinking at noon.  Lucian shows off his rapping skills.
  31. Ferry ride with Hungarians with more massages and free beers. Gummy bears are still delicious.
  32. Dresden chatting with Natasha. Zwinger second floor with hopes, surprises, and disappointments
  33. Frantically looking for a half-pipe to find a cheap hostel to spend the night at 10PM
  34. Missing the train and going to Magdeburg. Alex has wine.
  35. Amsterdam leads to over eating and extreme laziness
  36. Van Gogh museum on 420
  37. Discover Greg’s love of drinking jager and dancing on tables
  38. House party with a crazy hat theme. Don’t hold the handles when walking up those huge spiral staircases
  39. Thomas’s bday dinner with amazing food by candle light. Thomas deemed master chef.
  40. Mom’s and Auntee’s cooking in Hamburg
  41. Mom cutting Greg’s hair
  42. Munich with Mom and aunties. Beer tour with small Chinese ladies with bad tolerance. Cutout heart from bride’s jeans.
  43. Neuschwanstein castle hiking and pictures with tour.
  44. Schloss Nymphmberg walking for hours and getting lost. Helped by an old man wearing inappropriately tight jogging pants.
  45. Watching twilight with Natasha.  Quickly followed by the complaints about how bad of a movie that was.
  46. How I Met Your Mother marathons while sickly. Thanks for taking care of me.
  47. Absinthe smells like detergent and probably tastes worse.
  48. Clemens learns Natasha’s weakness to Shrimp dinners
  49. Giving her first rose before Harburg
  50. Cooking the soup that lasted 3 days of meals
  51. Prague 5 story night club with Argentina people
  52. Getting lost in the side streets of Prague. Disappointed when seeing the Astronomical clock.
  53. Noami’s last party near hauptbahnhof. Sneaking jager shots with Greg.
  54. Volleyball with Viktoria in Alohmer
  55. Dusseldorf ramen and skipping stones in a very crappy beach
  56. Watching the jazz concerts while finishing wine and talking about Queen
  57. Tequila party with fuzzy memories
  58. Colbert Report in Iraq
  59. Schwerin with Russians and seeing castles
  60. Lenka’s birthday stopped by cops while dancing on tables
  61. E3 coverage kills my social life
  62. Fussen climbing to the top of everything – totally scared of heights and started raining
  63. BMW museum – obsessed and taking pictures with shaking hands
  64. Seeing Alex again in Hamburg
  65. Missing the flight to Italy, but going to Prague instead
  66. Making strawberry milkshakes
  67. Arthur my favorite owl! Ali the showoff falcon.
  68. Bar-TH-lona! Meeting interesting people and drinking real absinthe (again)
  69. vodka pineapple+watermelon+blender = good times
  70. Porsche museum and Mercedes Benz museum in Stuttgart
  71. Brussels to meet Irish girls for weird heavy drinking
  72. Brussels to meet Nick, AC, and Christians for good times. 10 EUR mussels around the table.
  73. Bruge napping and rolling down the hill
  74. Delirium craziness – overall drinking 30 different beers in 3 days
  75. Hamburg German Open – first tennis show
  76. Schliersee hiking and camping up several mountains. Hearing cows after an hour.
  77. Best milk I’ve ever had.
  78. Showering with the pot and freezing with the sleeping bag
  79. Trying to reach the top of different mountains but epic fail each time. Absolutely gorgeous.
  80. Sleeping in a bed after cold camping experience
  81. Remembering Remembering MJ
  82. Moving out of apartment and being a hubby at Natasha’s
  83. San Sebastian with Jebus and surfing. Playing darts with a group of Aussies.
  84. Driving in Spain to Bilbao. Guggenheim incredibleness.
  85. Sun sets and beaches with Kain and Shibby.
  86. Driving to Barcelona and chilling with more Aussies. Eating high quality ham and cheese with amazing wine.
  87. Gaudi tours and crazy picture obsessions
  88. Meeting Rhona for a chat, but never hanging outside of the that corner spot
  89. Boat ride with English girls in the park before Museo del Prado.  I spy with my little eye in Spanish.
  90. Madrid museums with Laura
  91. Flamenco dancing in an underground  cave
  92. Randomly meeting Kristin for pub crawl which was followed by random jam sessions in the middle of the street until 6AM – almost getting hit by a pot thrown out the window
  93. Meet with Christian in Denia and getting used to the life style
  94. Chill by club near jorge’s place after a crazy drive. Great people and perfect sunrise moment.
  95. Waking up late, late lunches, long siestas, rock beaches, and more partying
  96. Sneaking into Hacienda like James Bond
  97. Alcohol garage by the buddah place
  98. Amazing Spanish food at Alfonso’s bbq and with Christian’s family
  99. Chilling in Valencia to see the F1 tracks
  100. Siestas in Paris near the Louvre
  101. Being silly on the Eiffel tower.  Singing Wonderwall and not giving a crap about anyone else.
  102. Louvre professional photography. Unfortunately, missed Natasha at entrance.
  103. Natasha’s bday and eating sushi.  Sharing champagne in Haffencity.
  104. Statdpark with cool drummers
  105. Amsterdam basement bathroom looking for signal
  106. Hanging out with Anca in London and sharing random stories

I actually kept a diary about my everyday activities, so I can basically relive the memories by the small notes I jotted down.  I’ve actually adopted this style with my everyday life since I came back. The Europe adventure may have ended, but my life adventure is just beginning.

~See Lemons Remember Europe

A Hungarian Tribute

I'll miss all of you!

I'll miss all of you!

Random Observation/Comment #199:  The past 4 months have passed by unbelievably quickly.  It felt like just yesterday we were all drinking our first beers in public, dancing on tables, and finding valid excuses to party every day of the week.  I’ve had an absolutely wonderful time getting to know everyone, especially the “Hungarian group” (to which I will dedicate this entry to).  I hope we will all stay in touch through tweets, status updates, and random pokes through facebook, email, or any other social network.  If anybody (Hungarians and everyone else I’ve met abroad included) visits New York, you will have a personal tour guide and possibly a place to stay.  Either way, I hope we will always be international friends.  It’s incredibly sad to see this Hamburg University Chapter come to an end, but as with all good memories, it will have a fantastic finish tonight.  Let’s make the last party rock the house (dormitory/apartment/whatever).  May our paths cross again in the future…

In most of my journal entries, I think about the beginning and then flip through my mental photo album of these moments to find the right words.  Each quirky personality comes to mind through the crooked smirks, embarrassed smiles, and uncontrollable laughter memories we shared together.  I can’t quite pin-point how I exactly became a fellow-Hungarian, but our relationship grew from just being with each other in our happiest times.  Whether it was a relaxing walk through Berlin, a well-cooked dorm goulash dinner, or another alcohol-filled night at the bar downstairs, the time we spent together will always remind me of freedom and friendship.

Interestingly enough, I was accepted into the group with open arms.  It might have been the massage-hands or my tendency to take pictures of everything (which they find adorable), but I really felt missed when I couldn’t make it to a party – like I was a genuine part of their group from the start.  It was only a small amount of attention, but it pulled me into this temporary family and I’m happy that I was a part of it.  Each of you has made an impact on me and you deserve your individual tributes.

Greg has somehow become my pupil after these past few months of living in the same flat and partying (pretty much all the time).  I can sense that he has respect for my opinion and enjoys my company, so he invites me to his excursions and discusses random topics when he passes my room for his occasional smoke.  Although Greg is sometimes overstressed about certain aspects of his schoolwork, he knows how to have a good time and let loose at a party.  Drunk Greg tends to use very flashy hand gestures (which we all love to notice and mimic), and will always push for more shots of Jagermeister (good man).  It may seem like I did most of the teaching with the occasional English reviews, but you have taught me more than you realize.  I’m glad we became friends and I hope I can meet you in Hungary or Austria in 2 years.

Frank exudes the qualities of a professional like no other.  He’s well-dressed, current events savvy, and charismatic about all topics of conversation.  Even if he’s never been to a place, he is automatically crowned the guide, leader, and decision-maker.  I haven’t found this exact quality to his stride or the way he holds his conversations, but there’s a certain characteristic that makes his arguments very convincing.  Either way, I think I have learned one of his secrets: Frank loves the camera and wants to be immortalized in the most interesting poses.  It works out well – every photographer needs that fun-pose model.

For the sexy poses, I’ll, of course, yield the lens to the lovely ladies.  This is one of my outrageous hypotheses, but I think the girls competed for my attention to get more massage-time.  They each had their own strategies for getting my attention (or at least I saw it this way in my mind), but I found it interesting because they appealed to such different parts of my brain (I can’t choose a favorite so I think I fell for all of you in different ways =D).  I’ll be more specific: (It is a given that you’re all very pretty, so I’ll leave it out of the descriptions).

Ria appealed to the obvious and straightforward physical contact.  It is custom for European hugs and kisses, but it was more of an enjoyment than a formality.  In many ways, I felt like she was the awkward hand on the thigh stepping around the line of appropriateness.  We shared the sitcom inside-jokes with How I Met Your Mother and Friends references, which is always an interesting topic of conversation.   I’d be lying if I said I didn’t consider it, but there was something with the grouping circumstances that made me more comfortable in a friend zone (going into detail about these personal dating rules would be too far off-topic).

Reka is adorable and really attracted that cute-sy, naming-stuffed-animals side of me.  She shyly smiles, and often shows a silent jealousy I’ve often noticed from my Chinese ex-girlfriend.  It used to work so much better, but I guess I grew up from that phase.  Because of this sheep obsession, her personality stuck in my mind and it made me buy her a sheep toy and draw a sheep-portrait for her.  The cute gestures continued, but my normal observation-driven drunken nights never lead me to common topics and inside jokes.  I feel like younger-timid-Clemens would have been captivated, but more-mature-Clemens wavered and explored a different world.

Juli is the youngest, yet fit in seamlessly.  I was unexpectedly impressed by her wit and our playful conversations.  I don’t think it had to do with age or innocence, but rather a very quick connection to normal wordplay.  I rarely say this, but she has a beautiful personality.  It’s not even that we know each other extremely well; I just find this combination of words to be very fitting.  The odd thing is that I don’t think anyone would disagree because I just said what everyone was trying to say, but just couldn’t find the words for. You’re welcome.

Vikky claims my educational and independence-driven part of my heart.  She really reminds me of Monica from Friends.  She’s responsible, organized, and very tidy with every aspect of her life – to summarize: she will be a wonderful mother.  The trips will be planned down to every detail and optimal efficiency would be achieved (efficiency = super sexy).  I think our personalities have much more in common than we gave time to explore, but (as expected) the positive and negative qualities of social intellectuals arise – we have much to say, yet we rather observe.  However, one who pries will find a topic that just makes us talk non-stop.  Her enthusiasm just so happened to be in volleyball, which – to put into my hobby gauge – matches my enthusiasm for ping pong (which borderlines obsession).

Orsi has the most extroverted personality with quite a contagious laugh and smile.  She floats around in her own world and sprinkles her happy mood on the group.  Not only is she quite the dancer, but I think I would consider her the most energetic.  Her playful nature is something anyone would love, and I feel like a livelier person in her presence.  She’s proof that happiness can be spread by example, and I’m glad I met someone with this quality.  Even though I haven’t called you Sushi since the first time I met you, the word will always remind me of you and your enthusiasm.

Although I did not wind up a fluent Hungarian speaker (I’m surprised too), I’ve learned a great deal about the culture and customs.  At the end of the day, we were all study abroad students living a study abroad student life, but there was a definite connection.  Actually, I was probably drawn to the unbelievably hot group of beautiful girls.  It’s true – you make all of my friends jealous and I’m glad we have so many pictures together.

Cheers! Egészségedre! Kampai! Kippis! Salud! Salute! Skal! Na zdrowie! Budem zdorovy! Let’s get our freak on.  All the best and safe travels.

Your Sneaker,


~See Lemons Miss Greg, Frank, Ria, Reka, Juli, Vikky, and Orsi (Sushi)

they're so cute...

they're so cute...

White-out in Interlaken



This took 1 hour.  Amazing.

This took 1 hour. Amazing.

Random Observation/Comment #170: The snow accumulation in Interlaken is quite scary. The snowflakes are the size of quarters (or 1 EUR for the non-American readers) and they stick to make perfect snowballs.  Throwing a small rock down the hill will literally snowball and grow because of Switzerland’s magic.  It was most probably the cold weather and perfect humidity that made everything so beautiful, but in my mind, this is how I pictured a winter wonderland in Switzerland.  I treaded through the freshly-fallen powder and, by the end of the walk back to the hostel; a little snowman was built on the brim of my hat.  It took an hour to transform this gravel side-path into a place I thought only my imagination could invent.  I was waiting to see a mythical half-man-half-bear-pig frolic through the woods – all I saw was a half-bear-half-man-pig.


On this second day, the grey clouds swallowed the mountains and brought forth an interesting precipitation similar to a shower of dip-n-dots.  When I first saw these little ice balls, I thought it was just the way it snowed in Switzerland, but as the day progressed, this windy hail transformed into gi-normous steroid snowflakes that were three times larger than normal.  It was as if each snowflake found multiple partners and they were having an orgy while floating downwards. 

The morning hike in the Goldswil Mountain towards the North was very beautiful.  The clouds blocked some of the view and our will to proceed was interrupted by the hail, but I was finally hiking with company.  Jordan, Danny, and Keegan told interesting stories and just walked to the next photographic opportunity.  I was the most obsessed out of the group to stop and photograph an already cloudy scene, but eventually we followed the same wavelength.

Needless to say, the snow was incredible and I’m glad it happened at least once when I was staying in Switzerland, but I’m not sure if it is ideal for the hiker and photographer who are looking for those clear conditions to go to the top of the mountain.  I’m sure the skiers and snowboarders do not have preference over the visibility factor, and in fact, would rather see snow today so the conditions would be better the next, but a normal hiker would feel a little gloomy.  I tried to be reasonable with my spending money, so I didn’t rent skis (and all of my other required gear that I didn’t bring with me), but now that I recalculate the price for a week ticket, I’m positive I spent less money.  Although one day of full rentals (including ski jacket, boots, gloves, goggles, skis, and lift ticket) is around $160, the following days’ prices decrease by an N/2 sequence until $20 per day.  Therefore, a week of skiing would only cost around $400.  Because I record everything I do on this trip, I see that I spent $240 on activities, so I think I made the right decision.  Eating at the top of the mountain with $15 minimum for meals would have probably been the killer of my spending limit.  In fact, even with my reduced spending, it wasn’t until 3 weeks after the trip (where I cooked meals and greatly reduced my spending), did I return to my normal budget.

Anyway, back to the snow.  It was fluffy, it was white, and I was happy.  The weather eventually cleared for a chance to see the top of the mountain, so I’m glad I waited the extra days, but the sight of a town completely blanketed in an hour was incredible.  I wish I had built a snowman, a snow fortress, and some snow caterpillars, but I had to settle with some sick slides and large snowballs.  To avoid soaking the only shoes I brought, I wound up sitting inside and sorting my pictures in front of the fire.  This reminded me of winter – a relaxing vacation and not a care in the world.  I was a kid again, and I’m glad it all worked out the way it did.

~See Lemons Love Snow