Eric's Travels

From where baby blue and turquoise battle for dominantion off the coast of the Florida Keys, to Eiffel's epic tower of steel, I've been fortunate enough to travel across the globe.

In the summer of 2005, upon being pardoned for 13 years spent locked in a classroom, I traveled to Europe with a group of my fellow cell mates. The 19-day trip etched into my memory some of the greatest moments of my life. We visited six countries: Germany, Austria, Italy, Switzerland, France and England. I could no more list my favorite city, country or moment than I could the things I love about Brussels sprouts. I certainly left my mark on Europe. Tears for the more than 25,000 who found freedom in death at Dachau concentration camp. Sweat from both heat and the thought of confessing while in the Vatican. I'm no angel. Nor demon. Missing fabric from where I clawed into the seat of the world's steepest railway as it slithered 7,000 feet to the top of Mount Pilatus in Switerland. One thousand photos alone documenting every landmark in The City of Lights. Confused Londoners left loathing Americans more after I asked each one I saw where Diagon Alley was. Nothing pales in comparison to the mark Europe left on me. I can't wait to get another one.