I missed the last train from Prague to Frankfurt, so I bought a ticket for one at 0417. Emily caught her train to Budapest around 2300, and I sat in the train station reading Kafka's The Trial until an intimidatingly large group of Czech police officers informed me that the station was closed.
So at 0100, I walked a few blocks back into the city to a Czech bar, where I continued reading The Trial, watched Real Madrid playing soccer against another team, drank a beer, and listened to bad (American) 80's music. I finished the novel on the plane back to the US. I certainly liked it, but I'm still mulling it over, so I'm not ready to write about it yet. The timing of my reading, however, does make the next part of the post interesting.
As Dan, Emily, and I were driving back from Dover, Dan and Emily began to discuss how beautiful it was outside. I watched the German and Czech countryside drift by with wonder and awe on every train I rode. Certainly, I enjoyed myself in Berlin, Dresden, and Prague, in some part, because I was seeing the cities for the first time. But there's more to it...
My friend Rachel once said that she saw the beauty in life and I saw it as it was, which was how we differed. After considering her observation, I agreed.
Sometimes escaping everything I know allows me to see the beauty in life again. I had the same experience when I went to France and Germany in December with Will and Dan. This time, on returning to Annapolis, I allowed myself to see the city and Galway Bay as if it was the first time again. Dan and I had a great dinner; Erin met up with us for a drink, and Lloyd and his girlfriend happened upon us. I had a really good night and woke up and made omelets with Dan. As I was happily cleaning up the mess, I thought to myself, "I hope I can see this beauty in Everett and Seattle."
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