pavle, mika and i ended up spending the rest of the day together in frankfurt having coffee and laughing at each other´s stories... the most helpful woman on the planet helped me figure out how best to book all my train travel from here to rome... i am now the proud owner of a bahncard, which gives me discounts on german train travel... awesome.
i arrived in munich on saturday night at about 8:00 p.m. and was exhausted from more interrupted sleep on the train... the trip was spectacular though -- stretches of lush green all over the place, spotted with unique german houses and churches... one little city was just a sprawl of homes up and down the hillsides, with historic buildings lining the valley...
in munich i ended up getting the very last room in a hostel called wombat´s... it´s right near the train station and was perfect stumbling distance for my broken body... i dropped my stuff off in the room and found a couch to crash on while i wrote in my journal... a group of aussies came into the lounge where i was sitting so i quickly introduced myself and we became fast friends... matt, joel, aaron, mitch and i ended up making our way to the bar at the hostel for some pints... they were a pile of laughs and i loved picking up on their lingo... they also made a guessing game out of getting to know me -- trying to figure out my name and occupation on clues alone... it ended up being a tame, but enjoyable night with new friends...
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the saying may go that "actions speak louder than words," but in my opinion words actually shout decibels above any move one could make... so expressive, interpretive and intense... all you need to find is a method to your madness to avoid rambling nonsense...
