have you come across nutella in your travels? so im sitting at a hostel called babel fish in wurtzburg germany eating a a roll with nutella i snagged from the last hostel. im hanging out here waiting for my next train to go to frankfurt from frankfurt to hahn where i do not pass go, but straight on to rome. in rome i expect i will get lost and then make it into the next hostel about 11 or 12 midnight hopefully sooner though

i got a 'snow ball' desert, a regional specialty that tastes strangely like a pepero stick all rolled up into a ball. appearenly they are not so popular among the natives. some woman argued with me yesterday about whether or not i liked it. she said, 'Do you like it?'
i said 'yes, its alright.'
she said 'no!'
i said, 'its not bad'
she said, 'no! no good white, no good black! no good!' (white = powdered sugar black = chocolate)
I said, 'i like it.'
she said, 'no.'
so i said, 'okay' and left.

i learned all about the prince bishop of wurtzburg, he had to retire when Napoleon came and took over the world, but until then he appearenlty kept his fat butt planted right here in the city. they showed us his toilet, it was a beautiful piece of furtiture, which looked like a small chest of drawers.
but low, it opened up into a throne!

it also seems that back in the day it was a great honor to be recieved by kings on their 'thrones' if you know what i mean. ummm, YUCK!