Sweden: as I remember it. (or don't) PART 2
Once in Philadelphia, I met up with the lovely girl from couchsurfing that became my angel over the next 12 hours. I'm not exaggerating. Please let me illustrate: girl: you must be Brittany! me: yup! thanks for meeting me here! girl: what were you planning to do tonight? me: sleep in the bus station, duh. girl: let's go ask a security officer what you should do. me: OK! *we venture off to find a popo officer; a man of the law* officer: YOU WILL DIE IF YOU STAY HERE OVERNIGHT. YOU WILL EITHER BE RAPED OR ROBBED AND I DON'T WANT RESPONSIBILITY FOR THAT. me: *shits self* luckily, this insanely beautiful inside/outside girl took me back to her place across the city in a scary scary scary ghetto. I mean, someone on that street had a brother that was murdered, and the whole house was covered in pictures of him and like AVENGE HIS DEATH BROTHER WE WILL NEVER FORGET. this girl was really into couchsurfing, btw. the whole...