Klaus checked out of the airport and hailed a taxi, his backpack slung on his shoulders. He settled comfortably on the taxi seat and heaved a sigh, "So, this is Europe." He thought to himself.
He had come to honor his grandfather, Shawn's dying wish to visit his native home.
Shawn had not been able to go back to Europe since he sought asylum in the United States for reasons Klaus will never know. Klaus promised him he was going to visit Europe in his stead and tour it.
He was here now, he already loved what he saw, the beautiful buildings and the bubbly people who were going about their businesses. He had also heard a lot about the wonderful cuisines in the different cities of Europe and he couldn't wait to try them all. He heard nice things about their cultural artifacts and he would be sure to confirm for himself.
Paris was only his first stop, he was still going to visit Barcelona, Rome, Amsterdam, and London. He was going to enjoy everything there was to enjoy on his trip around Europe. He had come for an experience and he was sure going to enjoy touring around the beautiful, revered Europe.
