There are certain things in this bleak and dreary world that I am sure should not be documented. As an example, I present you with this:
Yes, this is me, in eighth grade, in a swimsuit. Who took these pictures? Who thought that this ghastly image was important enough that it merited documentation?
Let's move away from this unpleasantness to something a little more, pleasant. Because there are some things in this beautiful and glorious world that should be documented. Like, more of our time in the Netherlands:
Let's actually travel a bit to Bruhl, Germany. I spent a beautiful day there once...