I am sitting on the 7:50am
IC train from Munich as it snakes its way north through Germany. I arrived
three days ago for a holiday; Stephan came a couple weeks before to visit his
friends and family. We’re off now to spend four days poking around Berlin, a
brand-new city for me and one that Stephan hasn’t visited in six years.
I’m trading my nightly
pen-and-paper journal for blog posts on this trip as a way to both share what
we’re doing and alleviate my guilt from neglecting my stupid blog. Publishing a journal
entry makes me anxious as I write this, but I think it’s a good experience if I’m
serious about improving my writing.
We’re currently in the third
hour of our six-hour trip and I have no idea where we are. I see more trees
than expected, maples and pines and linden with its little fragrant flowers,
and in all the ditches fireweed or, much more common, a tall plant I don’t
recognize with pale yellow flowers. The landscape began wide and flat, mostly
crop fields, pale green or yellow, dotted with buildings and small forests. The
houses were almost all white-walled and unadorned, with red-tiled roofs. We’re
now passing through steep, low hills covered in trees or the occasional field.
Clusters of houses or a single large industrial building are in every seam or pocket
of flat land between the hills and everything feels more closed-in and crowded.
Not all of the houses are white here, some are mint green or yellow or light
brown, many are gray or cream or beige.
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