Travel

Travel—the mere word makes me cringe. There is nothing in the world that can make sitting in a train for a three hour ride enjoyable, except when you have seven others in your party. The day began in Jagsthausen, Germany, where my uncle lives. The first step of our trip was to catch the bus to Mockmuehl, the town that houses the train station. After we descended the mother of all hills outside my uncle’s house, we waited at the bus stop, and nearly lost Shane (Bland) to the bus as he avoided a bee. The sight of him running away was unforgettable. After the brief ride on the cleanest public transportation in the world, we made it to the train station. My mother was frantically looking and waiting for the train that would take us to the historical city of Heidelberg. We had arrived early, and therefore waited for a long time, primarily taking pictures of ourselves and every part of the train station to show other s how unlike home it is. We then boarded the punctual train and headed to Heidelberg. It was a beautiful place, where every one enjoyed the day. Two cuckoo clocks were purchased to be mailed home later. The most entertaining part of the day, however was yet to come. My uncle thought we were going to miss our train, so he and my mother started power walking back, one on either side of me, since I was the youngest there. The race was on, until we made it to the train station, and we were twenty minutes early. It was so much fun to be able to laugh about it, and enjoy a treat known as a Berliner with everyone else. The day is one I will never forget.