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Of course, not all went well… Even though I didn’t need a reservation in Munich, in Nurnberg, I did. Then, I had to get off the train and a get a reservation for the 5:40 train. Nurnberg sounds like it might be an interesting place to stop for a few hours, but because it was a Monday, all the tourist sights were closed. I could still see the walk of human rights (concrete pillars, each with one statement in German engraved), and see a big wall with guard towers. I think it must have been around a Jewish ghetto or something at one time. Now, it just encompasses shopping and museums.

Finally, my train came. I can tell that I’m moving into Eastern Europe because this is the oldest train yet. also, the longer I’m on here, the worse the buildings outside become. I have a feeling that Prague is going to be my most intense travel experience yet (I know that’s not saying much, but it is my first extended trip outside of the US or on my own).

On the first part of this train ride, though, I sat with two people who have just graduated from High School. Sebastian lives in a small town in Bavaria, and Trish is visiting his family from Seattle for three weeks. They met through Trish’s best friend Sarah, who was an exchange student with Sebastian’s family earlier. I had an opportunity to be the adult in the ädvice from when I was in college”conversation for the first time.

However, I also learned from Sebastian a little bit about Germany. for example, all the small towns in Bavaria have a traditional celebration involving three days of dancing, partying, and church on Sunday morning. Whoever can’t get up in time for church has to buy beer for everyone else. The one in his town is coming up this weekend, so he was excited.

They got off after only half an hour or so, when they arrived in Sebastian’s hometown, and since then, I have been alone in the rail car.