Germany Post, Sans Pics (Scroll Down)
Ok, ok, so I've been copping out for a month on Germany blogging. I know. I'm sorry. I really do intend to tell you all about the pics when I get them, but until then I'll talk about more general things - fun things - less laundrylisty things.
All my life, I have known I was lucky. Granted, I haven't always felt lucky, but intellectually I know that I've struck the jackpot. I have a family full of people who love me, amazing friends, a halfway-decent brain in the walnut, and enough financial resources to go to a school with more money than the GDP of several small nations combined.
I know that I am lucky, but I seldom feel blessed. I usually chalk that up to the agnosticism, but there were times on this trip when I could almost feel the finger of God reaching down to whack me on the head, whispering, "look what I gave you".
It's hard to explain, and I know it's coming out incoherent, but there were entire hours of the day when I could just feel my whole body hum from the pure joy and appreciation of being where I was, doing what I was doing, exactly at the right time and in the right place.
The night we stayed in the hostel in Switzerland, I felt it. We hadn't even done anything special that evening; it was too cold to walk around and we were too poor to eat out, so we sat in the commons room playing pingpong and Connect Four and watching The Simpsons in German. But I remember climbing into my bunk that night and listening to Jorge and Juan talk about music in Spanish, switching straight into German when Kristina came back into the bathroom, and sedgewaying into English as I threw in a Monty Python reference. I listened to the four of us jabber away in whichever language we felt most apt, and I just remember that I was drenched by this wave of joy so strong I thought I'd be swept away.
I can't explain it, really.
I've kind of lost the urge to blog now. Bwahaha! You lose. I'll come back to this later.