On the road again, just can’t wait to get on the road again

Aren’t all 10 (or less?) of you readers lucky? You get another blog today. “Why Agent S.! How kind of you. Why are you gracing us with more of your mediocre writing?” I know that’s all what you’re asking yourselves. Well ladies and gentlemen…who am I kidding…there’s not a single lady or gentleman that reads this blog. Well wacky and crazy people…it’s because…dun dun dun…I’m on the road again. (I know you couldn’t figure that out by the title, so I helped you out there.)

I am pretty sure I’m currently in Switzerland now. I had to switch trains 3 times but was only supposed to switch twice. Thank goodness for English speakers. I was confused because I thought the train I was on went all the way to Interlaken. It is currently…8:29 pm here. I've been on a train since 2:28 pm. I think I still have an hour and a half to go too.

So here I am, on my using the rail system and I’m marveling at the efficiency of the rail systems here. They leave exactly on time every time. As I’m marveling at this wonder of German efficiency on one of my train rides the inevitable happens…German efficiency breaks down. Thanks to this breakdown I was able to get food. My connection to (what I thought was my last train) was 15 minutes late. In fact, I think my second train was slightly late leaving and getting in as well. When I was flying to Europe I was also marveling at how all my flights had been on time right before boarding my last leg and then…flight cancelled. (Oh yeah, this was after 3.5 -4 hours IN the plane as they tried to fix it.)

I think I’ve figured out the problem; my thinking about the amazing luck I’ve had with everything being on time has actually jinxed me. So now, I shall plan on delays and then everything should go perfectly. Right? At least I didn’t end up with one other girlfriend at 2 am in a Croatian train station where we are the only 2 females around and the other few people all males having a conversation in which I distinctly hear the word “kidnap.” (Two girls I met at Neuschwanstein, from Scotland, relayed this story to me. Very scary. Apparently one man there spoke English and stuck with them until they got under way again.) I can deal with delays better than kidnapping I think.

So there you have it folks. The reason you get another blog today. My writing is as long winded as I am. Oh well, it’s me and you all love me for it. (More like despite it.)

Anyway, I went to Munich earlier than planned because my new German friend Daniel from a small town 50 km outside of Cologne who has lived in Munich for 6-7 years wanted to show me around the city. I met Daniel and his friend Marwich at an Augustiner beer hall across the street from my hostel in Munich. They sat at the same table I was at and eventually we started talking. We ended up drunk and there until a bit after the place closed. They are marvelous guys! I’d mentioned I had been trying to couch surf around Europe to get a local’s perspective at every city, but it was not to be.

(This is Daniel)

Well, Daniel remembered and emailed me wanting to know if I would have time in Munich before I left so he could show me around, and show me around he did. He showed me some really interesting stuff. I got to a church where it’s always windy and rumor has it that the wind right there is actually the devil. The devil is angry that he had the wool pulled over his eyes and helped get this church get built in 20 years. (He made a deal with the architect that if the architect built no more windows in the church so it remained dark and cold, the devil would make sure it got built in 20 years.) 20 years later the devil comes back and sees that the church is completed; he also sees that there are more windows! He’s PIISSED! He asks the architect why he didn’t keep his promise. The architect replies that he did keep his promise. He built no more windows. The windows the devil sees were there when the devil came to him the first time. The devil never went further in the church than just inside the main entrance. When standing there you can only see one window due to all of the columns in the church. So the PIIISSSED devil stamps his foot and runs out of the church in a fury, leaving a footprint in the church and creating a wind that is always around the church. There, you have some Munich history. I have a photo of the devil’s footprint and have felt the devil’s wind outside of the church. (This is the same church that has two domed towers that you see in pretty much every photo of Munich.) The devil’s wind was rather refreshing on a muggy day.

(I know I posted this before, but now you know that this is supposedly the devil's footprint)

(The church the devil helped build...it is the one with the two domed towers.)

Daniel also took me to the world famous, original, Hofbrauhaus. I got to see the room there where Hitler started his Nazi party. That was cool. We were going to get food there but didn’t have enough time. The place is HUGE! No…I mean HUGE! I think I read that it has over 1500 seats.

(This is where Hitler started his Nazi party. This is also just one of many large rooms to eat here.)

Thanks Daniel for showing me around!

I may not always meet people everywhere like I’d hoped. But when I do, I feel like I meet the most amazing people and that I have made long time long distance friends. (Hopefully.) I’m a lucky girl. Agent S. is in Europa and going strong! Watch out Switzerland, Netherlands, and Belgium…you’re about to experience Agent S. in Euroland! Now I’m in Bern and slowly making my way toward Interlaken where I will crash in a tent hostel. So ciao for now.