My hotel was so far out of the city center it was in moo sack. No seriously, the train exit was called Moosach.
I woke up at 6:30AM to write a little bit before my flight. I was in the hotel lobby at a standing desk looking out at the rainy streets of Munich. It's my last day in Europe, why am I on my computer?
I closed the lid of my laptop and swapped it out for my rain jacket.
Walking the streets of Germany you can see why it's one of the wealthiest countries in the EU. The streets were clean, the buildings were free of graffiti, and there were bikes everywhere.
I normally don't like the rain in LA, but it was a nice change on this trip. I stood on a corner and watched a fountain. I walked by an outdoor book exchange library and found the only two English books. One about A-Rod and one about "Who Shot Lincoln."
When the rain picked up, I ducked in to a bakery for a pretzel croissant and a cappuccino. I was a little bit sad about leaving Europe. One of the greatest things about travel is that it shows you the bare necessities of what you really need in life:
What am I going to eat?
Where am I going to sleep?
Who am I going to be with?
That's it. Anything else is just extra.
In the book The Alchemist, the shepherd boy, Santiago, leaves the comforts of home to find a treasure that he dreamed about in the pyramids of Egypt, only to find that it was right there where he started. Depending on your interpretation, you can believe that it's a person, you can believe that it's a place, or you can believe that it's the self.
I'm a big believer in upsetting patterns in order to answer your biggest questions. When you're stuck in your schedule at home, your brain doesn't form new ways of thinking. The answers are all there, but it's covered by the noise of your routine when the answer is in your stillness.
At the Munich airport I arrived early knowing that nothing stresses me out more than rushing to an airport. I did some shopping with my remaining Euros and inside a toy store they played a song so catchy and garbage that I laughed out loud. It's so cheesy that it must have been used on the final scene of an episode of Grey's Anatomy with someone running down a hallway.
I choose the seat for my flight as every man does, clicking on a blue dot next to another solo traveler hoping it's Melissa Benoist. Instead, it was a large German lady in a hoodie.
On the first pass for drinks, she ordered a beer from the flight attendant and I ordered something I've never had on a plane.
ME: "Do you have any champagne?"
HIM: [He lit up] "We do."
With a flair, he turned around a came back a few seconds later and poured me a glass. My German friend saw my drink and asked for one herself. With a laugh, we turned to each other and toasted with thoughts of our next destination.
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