What a brilliant, beautiful, incredible time I had.
What could I possibly say to sum up this experience?
Four weeks, four capital cities, four European countries.
What I saw. Where I went. What I did. Who I met.
Humbled. Grateful. Overwhelmed.
Like Alice through the Looking Glass.
Like Dorothy down the Yellow Brick Road.
Little me. (went. saw. did.) Lived.
My final night in Berlin, I sat in an Indian restaurant in Mitte;
gazed out the glass toward the cafe across the street where I had sat and drank several nights before. Windows lit-up, and inside, silhouetted shapes of people drinking, talking, laughing.
The rain-wet street, splashed with reflected neon; a yellow tram swooshed by. Boy and girl hand in hand, getting wet; walking by. Thinking about my time. Musing over my month of meandering.
I wondered; how did I get so lucky?
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