Trnava

My father picked me up at the airport in Vienna and took me to a little town in Slovakia called Trnava, where he and his wife have a house. As soon as we got inside, their Shi-Ztu, Shamu, was happy to see me. He kept jumping up on my leg. Anna, my stepmother, gave me a tour of their house. There's a garden in back with a well-manicured lawn. There's a bedroom upstairs that's larger than the one I have at my apartment at home. A large window in the room reveals a view of the garden. There is also a computer here with high speed internet access. This is the room of my sister Monika. She's in London right now. The room I'm staying in is across the hall. I tried to plug my laptop in with the power transformer that I bought in California, but it doesn't work for computers. It only works for charging up my camcorder. Bummer.

Dad gave me a tour of Trnava. It's just like any beautiful little European village you've ever seen. I was thinking, "It's nice to see that not all of the world is Los Anageles," but then I saw that some buildings have graffiti on the walls. We had pizza at a local restaurant. The place looked like a cowboy tavern because it was all made of unfinished wood. We had pizza, but it didn't taste like American pizza. The crust was very thin. The beer was good. It's called Pilsner. It's very smooth. I'll have to buy some when I get back to Los Angeles.

After dinner we walked back to the house. I was tired. I showered and went to sleep quickly.