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The St Johnny blog
Barcelona: in a nutshell
So here I am, out of the cabin after a wonderful weekend, and I'm back to this shithole — or paradise, depending on who you ask. While I will certainly be crucified for this, let me tell you a little-known (or widely known, by people with taste) secret.
Story time: Bavaria, Germany
Drink: Dunkels from the moment you land in Munich until you take off in Nuremberg.
What happened during the next 48 hours in Prague
Nobody warns you that the cheap flights are the expensive ones. Here's the receipt.
The only Lisbon guide you'll ever actually use
Skip the tram queue. Eat where the tiles are ugly and the wine is €2. You're welcome.
Playlist PH#7 — songs for a long, stupid drive
Forty minutes of noise for when the road is straight and your thoughts aren't.
Berlin doesn't care about you, and that's the point
Nobody's impressed, nobody's watching, and the döner is open at 4am. Heaven, basically.
Porto, or how I learned to drink lunch
They fortify the wine here so you don't have to fortify yourself. Respect the tradition.