A little autobio comic about traveling alone in a foreign city

Here’s the aforementioned poem. (Forgive me, it’s old.)

Thinking about how at the time a lot of the feedback I got from my fellow students on this poem was. "California time? Don& #39;t you mean PST?" and I& #39;m like... y& #39;all know what a poem is right.

Some other stuff that happened on that trip that I just thought of:
1) The Van Gogh museum happened to be doing a free self portrait painting workshop the day I was there and the teacher told me I& #39;d painted myself like I was a prostitute (lol)

2) I was there for four days but I truly can& #39;t remember eating anything except the two times I had french fries with satay sauce and mayo (a dutch specialty apparently?) from the exact same place bc I had too much anxiety about going into restaurants and speaking to strangers https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="🤪" title="Zany face" aria-label="Emoji: Zany face">