My trip has come to an end. 4 months ago to the day I was leaving my house to embark on an incredible adventure across Europe. I could not yet conceive all that I would see and experience. I cannot believe it’s over and all that I’ve seen and experienced. I have no regrets (except maybe getting sick on my last day!!) . I have plans for more, maybe, if the conditions are favorable.
You might think I wasted my 5 days in Morocco but I heard so many warnings that I was way too scared to enjoy the culture on my own. It was raining half the time and I didn’t enjoy being harassed with the hellos and the compliments.
If you are trying to keep track of when this was, put this blogpost after the one in Hamburg but before Denmark.
Our arrival in Geneva was a lot merrier than our stay in Lausanne. It wasn’t snowing and although the bus was packed we got to our host’s pretty easily. My sister knew the place since we stayed with the same person that hosted her when she came from Paris to Venice.
We left Rome with some sadness at leaving some good friends but with the feeling that we’d been in Rome for a month. When you change cities every 3 days, spending 6 nights in one is very disorienting. We wish we’d have had less rain but in all we had a great time. Let’s just hope we can rest now and take it slower!
Did you know Venice is the doom of tourists? Maps are useless and you just have to go with the flow. The city is really beautiful though, with all its small alleys, bridges, canals, and no car/bikes anywhere.
Prague is another of those cities where you don’t understand a thing of the language. Luckily for me, my cousin lives there. So, as I stepped off the train, I was greeted by him and then led safely to his flat without having to worry about finding my way around.
Yesterday I came to Dresden, my last german city of this trip. In case you’re wondering why Dresden, the explanation is Slaughterhouse 5. It’s a book by Kurt Vonnegut and we had to read it in my English class. It was rather interesting and weird but the most important part is that it told the story of how Dresden was flattened on February 13th, 1945 by the Allies as seen by the author himself as a war prisoner in Slaughterhouse 5.
7 hours later I arrived in Berlin and although I didn’t get to see much on the first day, having headed straight for my hosts place, I still got some sights from the S-bahn that told me I’d love the city.