Where to

We leave Montpellier in an hour, no less than an hour now, only 50 minutes. Sean has only eleven more days in Europe, ten if you go by his system of not counting the 28th, but I'm counting it, because thinking that there's eleven more days of traveling with a friend is better than ten. But the truth is that in exactly eleven days I'll be coming back to my hotel room in Madrid, missing a tent and my constant companion of five weeks. Then, I'll be on my own. I'm not even sure where I'm going to go after that. I had planned to travel through Italy for a couple weeks, then I'd take a ferry to Croatia and a train to Prague. But I'm not sure if I want to go deeply into Italy anymore. Portugal sounds fine, as does Morrocco. And most surprisingly, I see Lithuania in my travel future. It's easy to get to and has some personal meaning to me since my grandmother's side of the family on my mother's side is from Lithuania. It's the strongest ethnic heritage I have. Besides wanting to see Kafka's grave, Fellini's grave, the Uffizi gallery in Florence, and visiting Eric in Berlin, my plan is open, and really, visiting Eric is the only thing I really want to do, everything could slip away and I'd still be satisfied with my travel plans. The road really is open, and it really does feel free.
Sean and I hadn't planned on visiting half the cities we ended up in. Bruges, Rotterdam, Antwerp, and Beaune were all places we decided to visit en route. My time alone in Europe is going to be the same, I think, unless anyone wants to give me suggestions.

nine blogs in three weeks and a few days. Not bad!