In my world eating at MacDonald’s twice in one day, in two different countries is glamorous.
Not that I intended on it being that way. There comes a time when I’m traveling alone where I can’t bear the thought of sitting and staring out into the air as I eat my meals in restaurants, and it arrived today.
Making the most of my last day, I thought I’d head on over to Slovakia. Bratislava, to be more precise; every horror movie, or let me be more specific – train wreck torture porn –