To Travel, or Not To Travel, That Is the Question

Today I will bring you the travel blog that got postponed due to the engagement....

Ah, travel days.

A good portion of this trip is about travelling.... Oh, really? you say. Who would of thought.... Yes, it's true. Throughout this trip I have spent complete days at a time going from train station to train station and sometimes even an airport in between. And there are times when this really tests my patience. Like in London for example, when I had to take the train into the city, wait in two different lines to have them tell me I was in the wrong place, then take the tube to the right train station, wait in another line, take another train to the airport, and then have my plane delayed for an hour and half.

And then there are days like today, where there were absolutely no complications but still it was 8 hours of being on a train, which is exhausting.

Those would be the parts that I hate.

But there are parts to the travel days that I have come to love - the people watching and the amazing sites and views.

The airports usually provide for the best people watching. They are usually filled with families where the parents seem so stressed out and the kids are beyond excitement because vacations, or holidays, are a time when you (as a child) get to eat things you wouldn't ordinarily. Vacations for me as a child meant chocolate pop-tarts and fudge dipped oreos. For the kids sitting next to me in the Luton airport it was potato chips and skittles. And it's always dad who gets the pleasure of presenting this surprise to the kids and mom who watches in dismay.

And all complications with travel delays disappear when you fly over the Swiss alps and try to decipher between what is the top of the snow capped mountains and what is a cloud. Or when you come into Greece as the sun is setting and you try to figure out what is land and what is water. Or, when like today, you ride through the countryside of Austria and Germany and sing (to yourself), "The Hills are Alive With the Sound of Music..." and picture the Van Tramp family marching through the very hills to escape the German army.

So, I guess I would say that I have more of a love relationship than a hate relationship with travel days. Or at least until the next time someone throws themselves in front of my train to committ suicide and delays if for an hour (yes, actually happened in Paris). Till then, travel is pretty fabulous.

Right now I am in Frieberg, Germany, after having spent 2 nights in Vienna, Austria. Both cities have offered fabulous accommodations, provided by people whom I had met in Wales. Tomorrow we explore Frieberg, the Black Forest, and maybe some shopping.

Saturday - Amsterdam!