It seems like no matter where I go this year, I am destined to have bad weather. And then to hear about how amazing it is when I am no longer there. All through the spring we had pretty cold and shitty weather in New York, but I hear from friends there that the past several weeks (since my departure) have been fantastic, sunny, beautiful. Then throughout much of Scandinavia it was likewise bad (except for Stockholm) with pouring rain and floods. And finally here in Germany, almost no single day without rain, usually pouring down at just the moment I am on a bike a few miles from shelter. C’est la vie.