First pub in Germany. The waitress at the bar thought he was some tourist trying to impress me with his crappy German, hahaha. Actually I guess that was kind of true.
	Note that eyebrow.
	Chilling with Bruce Nauman.
	This should actually be on the other europe page.
	Look, we're riding bkes.
	And there's Francisco taking a photo of himself.
	And again.
	Aaaaaand again.
	Ah look, we actually did smile on our trip. Note the same face in the next 4 photos.
	You do not know HOW excited he was to get the weiner soup.
	Water in Hamburg.
	Trying to decide if he should buy the coat. He regretted it for the rest of the trip until we found it again in Venice.
	First night in Berlin.
	Fooling around with war memorials.
	Berlin playground. I think he spun around on this thing for like 20 minutes.
	Beer + rail = lunch.
	Our lenticular gift to our hosts.
	Looks like Venice.
	At the Mexican Pavillion... amazing show.
	We encountered one of those people who takes gnomes around and takes photos with them so they can be cute and so we can kiss dirty objects.
	This was after I stupidly got us to the airport way too early so we killed time in Trevisio by going to the local supermarket, buying good Italian tupperware and lots of cheap, crappy Italian wine and taking Jeff Wall rip off photos while waiting for the bus. We also forgot that poster tube at this stop which Francisco had to run back for and nearly had a heart attack from the exercise.
	Plane!
	Heidelberg.
	Francisco taking a photo of us on a paddleboat.
	And then of himself.
	Himself again.
	And again....
	Ad nauseum.
	Oh wait, still himself.
	Aaaand still himself.
	Mmmm... really big really cheap beer!
	The perfect Eurail companion.