I made it back to Saarbrücken safe and sound, though admittedly a bit tired. I took off from Kolsass at ten after 7 and caught a bus to Innsbruck. There I had to get a train back to Munich. The lady that sold me the ticket got me the cheapest one available (thanks by the way) though the other side of that was that it was a 3 hour journey. Luckily the landscape was beautiful with lightly falling snow and mountains that gradually gave way to fields. I deliberately left myself ample time (3.5 hours) in Munich to run a quick errand for my buddy Jon. You see, there's a brewery bering Jon's last name near Munich and he used to have wheat beer glasses from this brewery. That is, until his wife accidentally broke them (as a quick aside - notice how my beer glasses don't get broken by wives, Jon?).
After that I caught a train to Mannheim. On the train, I sat across from a young woman who was on her way to the Frankfurt airport to catch a flight to Sydney for a year. We had a great time chatting on the train. There are always interesting people to be found in the world if you're just brave enough to say hello.
At the Mannheim stop I bid my new friend adieu and dashed across the platform and just made the train to Saarbrücken. A short nap later and I was back in the quaint provincial town near the French border. Till got off work shortly thereafter and we went to an Italian restaurant to quickly feed and watch the soccer game. A quick dig at the British military men who so gladly took the piss out of me in Kolsass. How'd y'all like that stomping Munich gave Arsenal three days ago? Yeah, eat it you potato-headed, island monkeys!
I plan on taking the next week pretty easy. Till's sick and this is the last week of my vacation, so I plan on spending my days frequenting cafes and coffee shops around town. Speaking of which, the song Hallelujah just came on over the radio. Thinking of you Nanna!
Getting excited to see your face zach!
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