Color-man, 11 June, Germany
We've been on trains, buses, and ferries for two days now. Across from me a blonde-haired, blue-eyed fellow stares longingly into his blonde-haired, blue-eyed sweetheart. They're both Swedish and earthy. They nurse between them a large bottle of "Gammel Dansk" liquor and a couple Carlsbergs. Chattering to each other in Swedish, then to us in English, we learn that they are eloping to Berlin. Fascinating. They left Sweden yesterday with 4-weeks pass on the rails and no plans. Such is the European way. I wonder whether their guidance counsellors in high school ever mentioned 4-year plans or other paths to success.
Last night we caught the 2 o'clock express from Gotheberg to Kopenhavn. It was a night of little sleep for me, sardined in a tight bus seat. Though the hours of travel are tiring, they provide precious time to think, especially with Sigur Ros's Takk soothing my cerebellum.
I've just filched a cup of tea from the first class cabin. Just yesterday I read a short biography on Ghandi, who refused to ride 1st class trains when offered by religious figures and dignitaries. Instead, he always preferred to travel 3rd class, showing favor to no man, least of all himself.
At any rate, Eurail doesn't serve tea or treats to us "Untouchables" in second class. Though there's much to learn from the great Mahatma, I'm not quite so humble, and this stolen tea tastes good. “Stolen water is sweet, and bread eaten in secret is pleasant.” Soothing juices clear my head of the smoke and heat in this cabin. I won't wax poetic though; ask Brian Gillikin for some tea poetry if you're unenlightened.
We have been remarkably safe on this trip so far. Tales of adventure are usually full of evils, horrors, sloughs and snares. Somehow, we've avoided them so far. Tolkien says in The Hobbit, "Now it is a strange thing, but things that are good to have and days that are good to spend are soon told about...while things that are uncomfortable, palpitating, and even gruesome may make a good tale, and take a good deal of telling anyway." We may not have any gruesome tales, yet, but I promise that even here in the comfort of Europe, our minds are being shaped daily. The greatest joy for me here has been digging into the Word. It's a fresh spring, and always a new adventure.
Drew
Last night we caught the 2 o'clock express from Gotheberg to Kopenhavn. It was a night of little sleep for me, sardined in a tight bus seat. Though the hours of travel are tiring, they provide precious time to think, especially with Sigur Ros's Takk soothing my cerebellum.
I've just filched a cup of tea from the first class cabin. Just yesterday I read a short biography on Ghandi, who refused to ride 1st class trains when offered by religious figures and dignitaries. Instead, he always preferred to travel 3rd class, showing favor to no man, least of all himself.
At any rate, Eurail doesn't serve tea or treats to us "Untouchables" in second class. Though there's much to learn from the great Mahatma, I'm not quite so humble, and this stolen tea tastes good. “Stolen water is sweet, and bread eaten in secret is pleasant.” Soothing juices clear my head of the smoke and heat in this cabin. I won't wax poetic though; ask Brian Gillikin for some tea poetry if you're unenlightened.
We have been remarkably safe on this trip so far. Tales of adventure are usually full of evils, horrors, sloughs and snares. Somehow, we've avoided them so far. Tolkien says in The Hobbit, "Now it is a strange thing, but things that are good to have and days that are good to spend are soon told about...while things that are uncomfortable, palpitating, and even gruesome may make a good tale, and take a good deal of telling anyway." We may not have any gruesome tales, yet, but I promise that even here in the comfort of Europe, our minds are being shaped daily. The greatest joy for me here has been digging into the Word. It's a fresh spring, and always a new adventure.
Drew
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