In an effort to stick to some sort of budget, heading to Germany was accomplished by taking two-overnight buses to and from Freiburg and Paris. Leaving on a cold midnight Saturday, a cold Freiburg was breached at 8am. In fact, the entire experience was cold, but also exhilarating this, however, was most assuredly due to the vast amount of caffeine I'd consumed in a flailing attempt to stave off the lack of sleep I acquired on the overnight bus. Thus I had a total of one-fatigue-ridden-but-glorious-Sunday in Germany a place I've been dreaming about seeing for as long as I could remember.
Hoping off the FlixBus just about ten minutes from the altstadt Nicole and I met Germany with a crisp morning and a slightly drunken man who seemed resolutely sure that my name was "Blondie" which he followed by German things. So, creepy men exist everywhere; sorry ladies. Plus side, I knew French and he did not. Confronted with this obstruction and having had no caffeine I did what any young woman would do having just stepped off a 8 hour bus ride. I rapid fired French and darted away.
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