Vilnius Train Station

At the Vilnius train station awaiting my four-hour ride home. Classic Lithuanian heart-attack breakfast on the go—a hotdog in a sweet roll, loaded with fat. Will chase it with an espresso later.
Grueling day yesterday, lugging two suitcases up and down cobblestone streets looking for my apartment rental. Never traveling with two suitcases again.
When I leave Lithuania, I may travel as St. Francis did: Give away all my clothes and belongings and travel naked with a backpack only. Maybe not the naked part, but close enough. Either that or find and marry a local Elvish girl interested in a high-maintenance American hobbit. That option could prove more problematic than luggage.

Always an adventure.

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