Wednesday 11:00
We’re on the train, heading to Freiburg, Germany, via Strasbourg. That’s like going from Portland to Salem via Hood River and Government Camp. There are faster ways, but who am I to argue with a French ticket lady.
There is something rather romantic about riding the rails… the warmth, the sway of the car, the feeling of security. The weather is partly sunny and there is a morning haze upon the countless vineyards to the west. Since the train left at 10:52, my travel partners have plenty of sleep under their belts, having drugged themselves into a nearly comatose state the night before. Sleep comes at a premium, folks. The train offers the opportunity for a quick catnap or a chance just to stretch out, feet up on the seat, American style.
Once we get to Freiburg, we rent another car (Hertz this time) and drive east towards Fussen Germany. Actually we have a hotel booked in Ruette, Austria, just across the border. For inquiring minds, we have our first three hotels booked. After Innsbruck, we’re on our own. That’s when the real fun begins… where are we staying… I dunno… where is it… I dunno… how do we get there… I dunno. But that’s what makes travel really exciting… living in the now, making plans in seconds, changing course in a momento.
So far, the trip has been fun. The Koenigsburg castle was fabulous, as were the Maginot line sites The food is great, the wine even better. We’re all still speaking… no meltdowns, no temper tantrums.
More later.
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