The best part of traveling is when the unexpected happens.
Sometimes that unexpected is bad, which means that it’s not “the best part” until much later when you are telling a story. Other times it’s good, which means you don’t want the experience to end so that it simply becomes a story.
We are living the good right now. While we almost got placed on a train to Moscow (that would have been the first story), we ended up in “first class”, or what appears to be first class, on the night train back to Berlin. What that means: we have our own sink and closet, just the three beds, loads of roam and a steward 3 doors down from us. We are, quite frankly, in heaven.
The best part of this: it comes at the end of a long, 7-day trip through two different countries. Today was absolutely heavenly. We re-visited the cafes that we enjoyed the most and wasted the better part of 9 hours. That is exactly how I travel most of the time, writing and people watching. Getting to know the locals.
“Getting to know.”
Mostly that means flirting with girls and commiserating with guys. Today, I did precious little of the former and too much of the latter (including some weird conversation with Russian kids who were “working” on about 2 dozen cell phones in Cafe Bobek, but more on that, well, never).
Right now we’re all giggling at the awesomeness of this train ride home. We’ve laughed and chatted (which included a forced reading – me forcing it on them – of So Far Appalachia). Tomorrow starts work on Dungeons and Dreamers, but tonight it’s simply the best night train to Berlin ever.