In all honesty, most of my travels around Germany haven’t been too ridiculous. I’m uncertain if that’s good or bad…
Then I started my trek down to Czech for my Summer English VBS Camp. And that all changed.
5:30am. Alarm. Pain, agony. Then I realize that the house is already bouncing. Not only am I attempting to get out of the house, EVERYONE is attempting to get out of the house. And there are four wailing children downstairs ((Seriously, the noises that come of the kids at times…..rivals the zombie apocalypse that is sweeping America)).
I get ready in my allotted 45 minutes and start my walk down to the bus stop — the one that with my luggage is going to be like ten minutes away. I get seriously, FIVE HOUSES AWAY, and the heavens open and a torrential downpour is unleashed upon my head.
Are. You. Freaking. Kidding. Me. GERMANY!?! Why must you rain EVERY DAY?! Can’t I even escape you BEFORE you release the torrents!?
I duck under the bakery awning, opening up my horrendously packed suitcase, digging for my umbrella. I then commence my eight minute puddle jump down to the bus stop.
I have my laptop and my camera in my backpack in addition to my passport and the PAPER ticket for my trip. I tilt the umbrella as far back as I can attempting to cover as much of my bag as possible.
By the time I make it to the stop, I am soaked up to my knees and my right arm that has been wheeling my rolly bag is completely drenched.
I wait at the stop, switching my backpack to the front in hopes that I can keep my stuff more dry this way. The bus finally pulls up and I haul all my sopping belongings inside.
I glare out the window as the copious amounts of rain subside. By the time we get to the train station, there’s not a sprinkle to be found.
Now, I’m wearing my Toms. My most favoritest shoes ever. The shoes that I wore my heels out of last year in Czech by walking 15 miles up and down Prague, and that got wet in London and have never been the same. With my heels now consisting of rubber air mattress patches and funky water smell removing inserts, they’re almost as good as new — especially once I gave them a good scrubbing with some laundry detergent a bit ago.
Of course, as I try to NOT wear them in the rain, this is the first time they’ve been completely soaked since that scrubbing. Therefore, as I walk into the station, with every step, out seep soap bubbles from my very squishy shoes. By the time i purchase breakfast and get onto the train, I’m leaving a trail of bubbles behind me.
I again dig through my not only horrendously packed suitcase, but now my horrendously packed and dug through suitcase to find my flips. I take off my Toms, switch to the flips, and roll my dripping pant legs. I pull out the funky wet smell removing inserts and toss them in the trash. I knew I packed a new pair for a reason. We’ll just have to do some minor Toms repair once we get to Czech….
I then sit and freeze into Berlin with my wet jeans and my wet sweater and my wet feet and my damp rest of me.
By the time I make it to the bus station, it’s sunny.
Of course it is.