Friday, May 27, 2011

Good times in Germany

    Germany was wonderful!  My second day in Koln I decided to head towards the cathedral.  It looked absolutely beautiful  in the pictures I had seen before I left home.  When I got there I was ovelwhelmed just by the size of it.  It's enormous.  I walked around the outside and decided to take a few pics when I noticed people coming and going in and out of the cathedral.  I hadn't even thought about being able to go inside.  As soon as I walked in I got chills and I found myself trying not to cry.  Crazy, I know;  I never thought a piece of architecture could bring me to tears but it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.  My whole trip to Germany was worth just those first few minutes inside.  I knew coming into this trip I'd see plenty of amazing churches and castles but words can't even describe what it's like to be inside the Koln Cathedral.  I wandered around for at least an hour or two in absolute amazement.

When I left I knew it was close to sunset so I headed towards the Rhine.  What I love so much about Europe is that there's outdoor dining everywhere.  Small cafes and restaraunts are lined with tables and umbrellas for what seems like miles and miles.  I sat down at a table and quickly realized that the friendly waitress spoke no English.  I speak zero German.  She handed me a menu and I pointed to what I thought was beer.  A few minutes later I pointed to some dish on the menu and prayed that it would taste at least somewhat decent.  I hadn't ate since that morning and was starving.  I'm not sure exactly what I ended up with but it was absolutely delicious.  I sat there looking at the river, watching the sunset and listening to a man play spanish guitar under the tree in front of me.  I couldn't help but smile.  These are the sort of moments I look forward to on this trip.  I love having no idea where I'm at or where I'm going and ending up with these little pieces of  happiness.

I went back later to the cathedral to get a few more pictures and see how it looked lit up at night. It was magnificent.  There was a man singing and playing Let It Be on his guitar as I sat on the steps and watched the people coming in and out of the train station.  A few minutes later a very, very handsome man came and sat next to me.  He asked me my name and if I was alone.  Trusting my gut, I felt okay to talk with him but told him I was waiting there for my brother.  We talked for a very long time and it turns out he was a pulmonary surgeon from Russia in town for a conference.  When he found out I was an American girl I thought he was going to do a backflip.  He said he had only seen american girls in the movies and never thought he'd meet one in real life.  We talked for probably about an hour and had some good laughs. But as charming as he was I told him I had to go back to the train station and meet my brother (We had an awesome conversation but he revealed to me that he was married with four kids AND had a girlfriend back home). He would have been very happy to have my company for the rest of the night. Um no thank you.  I've met so many different people so far and everything has been a positive experience. Two of my roomates were girls who just graduated from high school in Bavaria.  They were very chatty and sweet.  We talked for a long time and giggled like it was summer camp;  One of the italian hostel workers told me about his travels all over the world and asked if I'd ever been in love.  We spent the night drinking beer and talking about life;  I met a girl on the train about my age from Romania who was studying for her Masters in Human Rights;  It's so exciting not knowing who I'll talk to next!!!

And then came Berlin.  Again, I had no real plans on what I would do when I arrived so while I was taking the metro on the way to my hostel I looked out the window to see if anything caught my eye.  I made note of a few different stops I'd like hop off at the next day.  I swear I've been so lucky with the random spots I've chosen to wander around at.  I found myself next to the river surrounded by tons and tons of beautiful buildings and monuments that looked like they had been there 1,000 years. It was warm and sunny so I took an hour long boat cruise throught the city.  They, of course, served beer on the tour.  Let me just say for the record that Germans really do take their beer seriously.  Almost everyone I saw walking around in the city, or sitting on a park bench or having a picnic on the grass had a beer bottle in their hand.  Everyone just seemed so laid back.  But what I found most interesting about the city was the differences in architecture.  There would be these delapitated, shambles of buildings covered in graffiti stuck right in betweeen two new modern high rise sky scrapers.  It was such a contrast and always looked so odd.  The highlight of the city for me was walking along the Berlin Wall.  It's hard to describe, but when I see things in person that I've looked at for so long in books and magazines, the feeling I get is just complete satisfaction.  It feels like such a huge accomplishment to stand in the very places I've daydreamed about.
Then came the trip to Poland.  About 2 hours into the 11 hour train ride the worker who checks your train pass said to me "We have a problem".  I didn't panic.  I looked out the window at the countryside and thought "well, if I get kicked off the train at least it will be somewhere pretty."  It turns out I'm an idiot and didn't realize that my train pass isn't valid in Poland.  Luckily I had enough Euros on me to buy a ticket and got to keep my seat.  It was the longest train ride ever.  There was no cafe on board like usual which meant I didn't eat almost all day long.  It was apparently running two hours behind schedule but because I don't speak Polish and I was in the land of no English I thought maybe I had missed my stop and was really going to be sleeping on the tracks in some foreign land. By the time the train stopped and I saw a sign that said Krakow it was dark outside and I was ready to eat my arm off.  When you exit the train station  (which is nothing like the modern ones I've been at so far) you can either exit towards the main square outside or into the biggest shopping mall ever.  Guess what I did---I ended up in that damn shopping mall feeling like a rat in maze.  I thought to myself that if I saw one more H&M store I was just going to lay down on the floor with my backpack and cry.  But after asking security how to get out, and then finding a hotel worker who gave me a map to direct me to the main square I had finally gotten close to finding my hostel.  Or so I thought.  As I walked into the square I forgot about how tired and hungry I was and just stood there for a minute and laughed.  It was nothing like I expected.  I felt like I had been transported back to the early 1900s.  It's hard to describe, but in between these incredibly old and beautiful buildings was a massive square filled with beer gardens, shops, flower and fruit stands and tons of people.  All at 11:00 on a Thursday night.  I'll have to take a video to show how utterly confusing and almost impossible it was to find my hostel, but the great thing is that after I found it, I was so elated I didn't even care about how long it took me to find it.  I figure if I made it through yesterday everything from here on out should be a piece of cake.


  1. Come on now! You have to tell us the details of what you ate- brown, green? Meat? Fish? Sounds like you're coping well. Reminds me of nights in Madrid drinking hard cider and eating big slices of octopus tentacle in Plaza Santa Ana, shoulder to shoulder people on a weeknight at 11:00 pm

  2. love following your adventures. Dr. P

  3. Great post! I can just picture everything you are describing! Just remember your brother is always waiting just around the corner to meet you (good girl!) And make sure you are eating!

    Love you bunches & miss you,