The caravan heads eastward...

So we have officially started our journey towards the east of this fine and predominantly friendly land mass. We started things off with Munich ... well, actually, we really started this whole thing with me landing in Paris from London, immediately heading to our apartment, packing, eating, and rushing to the train station to see how we would get this journey afloat. Before I knew it, we were sailing, or railing if you will, towards Strassbourg, stopping in Munich for the day, Berlin for the day, and now Prague.

A few things I have learned thus far...

Germans love very big lawns. They do not feel the need to demonstrate their control over nature in the shaping of trees so much as they like to show it in the amount of meat products they can turn into linked cylinders.

It isn´t the greatest of all ideas to start singing the German national anthem in front of Berliners on the street. They are still a bit sensitive when it comes to their sense of nationalism. I should have been tipped off by the way their police dress these days. They look more like timid hall monitors than law officers, such a contrast from their uniforms of yore.

The same rule as with German nationalist song-singing applies to random outbursts of my very limited German vocabulary-namely, achtung liber, einsatzgrupen, lebensraum, blitzkrieg, and my personal favorite... Ich ben ein berliner, which is "I am a Jelly donut." Oh, JFK speech mishaps, so precious.

I do hope to post pictures as soon as I find an easy way to connect my personal computer to the web here in the east. And I hope to share some stories soon enough.

So...toodles from Prague.