I left you in Prague

I left you in Prague. I left all of you and continued. Train 9567 on the ICE rail takes vacationers and businessmen alike to Hamburg in Northern Germany, stopping occasionally at major stations and then, seemingly without a second of delay, pulling out of its slot and back out onto the road. An old man, grayed and worn, slept peacefully, and snored softly, next to me as I drew and killed time. I only mention him because his serenity, contagiously, invaded my system and before I knew it I was fast asleep. I woke at one of the stops and without thinking I disembarked and looked for information. The station was pristine with three staggered levels all containing news vendors, Dunkin Donuts, and fast food. It was pure luck that the best station I had ever stepped foot in was the one I would have to spend two hours in. I failed to hop off at Hamburg but Berlin was just as interesting. After a look at the Departure Board I stepped into the streets of Berlin and walked. I wish to go back someday. The city is rumored to be the biggest and most complex for tourists and after sometime I ended up at the station and embarked on the line to Hamburg. Spring in northern Germany was unbeatable. The flowers blooming with their undetectable scents and shapes. The smell of the lake. The smell of life. Everything was growing and thriving and who was I to complain, I was caught up right in the middle of the beautiful cycle. I wandered Hamburg for three days. If it were not for the  immaculate weather I would have continued to Scandanavia and ended the trip as I had always planned. But because I knew that I would come back and tackle my familys lands in Norway with my brothers in the future I stayed. Each night new people, new art, new articles to read. I was at home. During the totality of my stay I was museum hopping and absorbing everything with Vivian, a 18 year old German girl. The energy we had when it came to constant travel was unmatched. I could have spent the rest of my trip in that city but when Dylan, Nick, and Doury walked into the hostel and conversation started I knew that the next day I would be traveling to the soft white beaches of the Haag. The sporadic decision solidified the themes of freedom and adventure into my trip. I thought I was getting soft and tired of the constant travel and train whistle but when I took off my shoes on the beach and walked a mile with my backpack pushing me down into the grains I knew I was still being the Wildcat one must be when traveling alone. Nick and I found a spot on a hill overlooking the Nudist beach and began to create camp. True, the others would be furious about our location selection but it was the only legal camping area. Within an hour we had two nudist visitors. The most interesting was Cesar. He casually strolled right into our camp and sat down. For thirty minutes he talked about his status in the army, but we figured it was all bullshit on account of his nudity and alcohol toxicity. I was able to sneak a quick video of his rant on how one should kill before killed an then like he never existed he hopped up and left. We all settled down at sunset and bullshitted around a bottle until we each fell asleep. Nicks yells awoke us. At four in the morning it was raining gallons of water onto the beach. I grabbed all my stuff and trudged through the wet sand to the patio of a bar. We huddled under the tables in the sand until it cleared up and then returned to our camp to make sure we hadnt forgot anything. Once again it rained and with all of us at breaking point we found a comfortable hotel room for cheap that we all split. After another day around the town the group broke up. Nick, Dylan, and Doury wanted to go see Amsterdam while I wanted to see Antwerpen. I have been here since. In the gorgeous parks of Belgium doing more art and reading than ever before. My days consist of runs, drawing, reading, walking, and just digging everything the city has to offer. Tomorrow I depart for Dusseldorf. The city, located at the top of the Rhine, should hold wonderful sights and people but really, for me, it is just a place to work out in and relax until I board that flight in a few days to see truly outstanding family and friends.