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EU5 - Eine amerikanische Bitte

  • me, duh
  • Jun 14, 2019
  • 3 min read

Updated: Nov 20, 2021

Y’all wanna know something that I appreciate? Here, in Germany, I can buy a child’s price train ticket up through the age of 25. Talk about blessings.

My first task was to get from this bus stop to the train station. Logic tells me they are not far from one another. The layover is short, however, so I have a 50/50 chance of walking in the right direction and being successful orrrrrrr yeah lets not think about it. Here is a perfect example of one of Brooke’s most trusted travel tips. It is called “trial and error traveling with Brooke” and works only some of the time. Basically, instead of putting a lot of effort into something. Just go with your instinct and see what happens. Keeps things exciting, no?

I took a chance following two seemingly German men with backpacks like a total stalker. By the grace of Jesus, they took me straight to the train station. One out of one for the day.**handmotions** Hashtag success.

Once here I had the delightful decision to pick either the public train station toilets or the public train toilets. Both are winners. It was a nail biter. Landed on the train station as I had some time after finding the location so quickly. **tips hat

I had to pay 1 euro to get into this place but totally worth it due to the fact that it contained an automatic handheld shoe shining apparatus thingy-ma-bob. I had never seen one but I was down for a good time. One of my chucks is now shinier than the other. Extra success. I hope they caught me on camera shining one of my shoes and laughing to myself about how interesting I found it being there and how easily entertained I am.

Still had some time before train arrived. I’m not used to being so prepared for my transportation trips y’all. What does one do with free time? Find the nearest coffee vendor, of course! “ Eine amerikanische Bitte” ß This was my first coffee since leaving the Houston airport.

You owe me cup of dark roast if you read that last sentence and called me a liar from disbelief.

How did I survive? Great question. Understandably, this was practically the best coffee of my entire life. I also got a chocolate croissant bc errbody had one and I figured these people knew what was up. Idk if it was bc I was so tired or hungry ( or both) but I immediately told the girls in our group message that those two items could’ve been my last meal on earth. I was so content with it. Cheers to Germany. This may be where those stretchy waistband pants come in handy.

Train ride was a little over four hours. Natascha was able to meet me at the central train station once I got to Koln and, I swear y’all, it was like in the movies when you’ve be

en traveling for so long and you meet eyes with your friend and y’all both navigate through the crowd of people in slow motion to meet each other.

She took me to her home and provided me with a shower. I created boiling hot water and scrubbed my body 84 times. It was at that point I would’ve kissed the ground and washed her feet bc I haven’t been that nasty since I lived in that car for our east coast Australia trip. I felt like if I had scratched along my arm, I could’ve counted the layers of dirt. Like how it looks on the edges of landslides with the different rock layers. Except smellier and all while in a cute anthro top.

Let’s talk about the faulty veil of coffee titles. First stop in Cologne was me being in desperate need of a black iced coffee. It was warmer than I had imagined in Cologne and I needed the caffeine perk for my taste buds and general disposition. First of all, “cold brew” is a random combination of two words never before strewn together in this land. “Iced coffee” IS a thing, however, not what we think of it as. Que the barista man pullin out a half gallon of ice cream and me stopping him as soon as I realized it wasn’t for his own pleasure. This, in general, is appalling due to my black coffee loving status alone. It is quite another nightmare, however, for someone who is lactose intolerant. Hey, I’m trying to enjoy my day today. Put that box backkkkk in da freezer sha. I then remembered having this same issue back in ole AUS, and the flashbacks flew in like the mighty Mississippi.

 
 
 

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