"Ah, I see now that you are an American, because of your whitened teeth," said the German woman who sat next to me on the train from Munich to Vienna.
I did not realize it in my first couple of days of traveling, but it really is true that Americans have peculiarly white teeth, kudos to the bleach in our toothpastes and the fluoride in our water. From this, stemmed my pseudoname: the white toothed traveler. Now, if I ever am not sure as to whether a person is from America or not, I just look at their teeth.
The name now having been explained, I would like to point out that this is not going to be the standard travel blog. I think that just about anybody can go to Europe and give an account of what they saw -- probably the same things that everyone else who traveled to the same cities saw.
Rather than blog about my adventures through Europe in a typical, dull fashion, I am sharing my experiences in a quasi-fictional sort of way. Since one of my goals for this trip was to dedicate more time to writing fiction, I am going to try and kill two birds with one stone. I am not just going to tell you my stories but also weave them alongside some fantasy. It is up to you to decide what really happened.
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