Monday, July 2, 2012

Talking to strangers can be fun

This will be another short post (since I have not found a way to successfully upload pictures from my iPad to the blog) BUT I wanted to share my 12 hour train ride experience from Berlin to Gothenburg, Sweden. As a heads up, the pictures I got I think are great, though some windows (because they were dirty) did not allow for great quality. But imagine beautiful green countryside landscape from three different countries and a train that rides on a ship to cross the ocean, and the fun that can come from talking to strangers and you got yourself a happy camper that did not sleep or read on said ride because she was having great fun getting the know other fellow human beings. I even got myself two beautifl tiny fans (two adorable little girls from Uzbekistan) who smiled at me pretty much the whole train ride, and insisted on taking pictures of me on my camera. I met a Canadian boy who was on his way to continuing his Europe trip, a Swedish Jazz musician who walked with me through the streets of the 'in the process of renovation' Copenhagen, and a couple of German kids who were on their way to meeting their grandparents in northern Sweden. There is a whole lot more to share, but this is just a sneak peak for now. I will try to find a kind person who can lend me his or her computer and share all the love with you all.

Experiment of the day: talk to a stranger and get to know another fellow human being, you will certainly be pleasantly surprised! Haribol! 


--- Esta va a ser una nota pequeña, ya que no puedo subir fotos desde el iPad, pero queria compartir con ustedes mi viaje en tren desde Berlin hasta Gothenburg, Sweden. Este viaje duró 12 largas horas, pero sepan que la vista desde mi ventana era maravillosa, eso hizo que el largo viaje valiera la pena. Otra cosa que hizo que mi largo viaje valiera la pena fue la gente que conocí durante esta travesía. Conocí y conversé con un chico de Canada que al igual que yo esta viajando y conociendo Europa. También conocí a un musico de jazz con el cual conversé sobre muchas cosas por horas y unas niñas hermosas de Uzbekistan.

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