Thursday, 13 September 2012

Seebrugg, Germany: Stumbling on serenity

Part two of the trip...
Welcome to Frankfurt train station!

I would be standing up and poking about the place to get a feel for it....

...but I did that the last time we arrived here.
And the two times before that when we got lost, ended up on a platform that smelt like thirty rotten eggs, and had to come back again in a bid to retrace our steps.

Me taking photos of my brother taking photos, because we have too much energy and not enough space to run about in (yes, we are 23 and 30 years of age)
Laughing at mum taking 3,666 photos of the view through the Black Forest and then staring vacantly at the train conductor as he sees us off at the last stop on the track...
Waving to him with my camera (he didn't wave back).
Galloping off to take photos because I assume this is where we are supposed to be, before turning around and realising it isn't.
Monitoring the map-reading process from a safe distance (my eyes are rubbish, I'd only get in the way)
Navigating myself to prettier places while mayhem ensues fifty metres in front of me/my mum and brother argue about which direction we've been travelling again...

That is amazing.
So lovely, in fact, that after walking three miles in the dark back to where we were supposed to get off, we got a bus back down the next morning to see Seebruug again by day...

(We sailed across here)

Because, well, nothing lasts forever...
'Nothing is forever'

...and the accidental finding of beautiful places must always be taken advantage of, and documented.

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