This is the part of my trip when I had a few Charlie Brown days.
Darcy and I were talking a few days ago about traveling and the highs and lows that inevitably come with it. They are kind of hard to explain, but I will try; since the day I set foot in Europe, I’ve been facing language barriers, weird food, lonely days sore knees, and scary alleys. Every day is a challenge, and it’s exhausting. But, even with (or especially because of) these things, travel is awesome. Fucking awesome. I think I really do thrive in this fear, because in this seemingly hopeless tunnel of discomfort and uncertainty there is always a light, and it’s always bright, and almost always has a park and a beer at the end of it. Saying goodbye (again) to Renze was sad, and I was facing a trip to Germany with only a limited amount of cash and the newfound distrust for people and their sticky fingers. When I felt like the day couldn’t get any worse, my comfort coffee (yup, a starbucks americano) exploded all over me on the train. I arrived in Berlin to a rainy blagh weekend and life just seemed to suck.
Then, a nice canadian took me to the Zoo, and everything started getting better again. The street art in Berlin was awesome, I went to a Toilet themed bar (really), saw some dope museums to avoid the rain, and consumed enough hot dogs, pretzels, and beer to supply an entire baseball stadium. Go Germany!