It’s been one of the longest months of my life, but also one that I’m sure will be one of the best. I wish I knew how to go about writing about this. I know my blog has rather lacked in quantity throughout my exchange, but I don’t really feel that bad about it. I don’t want to be a slave to an audience, and if I want to share an experience I’d rather have that in a more personal way, but I feel there has to be something here, for posterity in a way, if for nothing else.
The only way I could describe Eurotour is a dream inside of a dream, where each level is more vivid, more colorful, more exciting. But you don’t wake up from dreams and keep the memories, you don’t wake up and still have the friends that you made in your dream. But then again I am still in a dream aren’t I? I’m still in my little bubble flying away from home. I am still half a world away. Before Eurotour, my dream was a pleasant happy one, though now I feel it’s turned to a fever dream. I feel how very poignantly how little time I have left, how quickly time is passing. I feel constrained by plans that I make, despite knowing that I will make so many memories with the plans I have. I feel a hole growing in my heart. The first person in my district to go home goes home tomorrow. Through my dream I feel reality starting to tug me back. More than anything, I’ll miss my friends. Though I’ll see many of them again, chances are slim I will see them all. It’s a reminder to be grateful for all the time I have now to spend with all the friends here with me. It’s strange to say that my friends here are so close to me, and close to each other after knowing each other for only a few months instead of years. I don’t want to leave Berlin either. Berlin is a person all of it’s own. It’s different from all of the rest of Europe, because of the wall. Berlin is grungy, poor, and dirty, but it’s my home.
Eurotour itself was amazing. I’m so glad to have seen my friends from the other districts from the Paris tour again, and to have made new friends who I will have for the rest of my life. I wish I knew what to write beyond that.
Probably my main group of friends during Eurotour. From left to right: Josh(US), Kristian(Norway), Shubam(India), Greta(US), and Antonia(Chile)
We had the craziest adventure together. When we were in Görlitz and Innsbruck, we decided to go walking/hiking in the Alps for a day. Going up the mountain was really nice. It was the sunny side of the mountain, so there wasn’t snow and it was warm and bright. We got to the top and were kind of tired and waited half an hour. At that point we took a bunch of pictures and got ready to follow the trail back down the mountain, passing by a hotel in the mountains and then taking a road down all the way. As we head down the trail towards the hotel though, more and more of the path was covered by deeper and deeper snow. We were no longer in the sun, and it was quite chilly if you stayed in the snow too long. Then, all of a sudden, the path simply disappeared, giving way to where an avalanche had taken it out and covered the mountain side in deep and rather steep snow. We knew that we couldn’t take the way we came up, because it was too steep, so we simply climbed across the snow. We kept going and climbing through the snow. There were a couple times Anto and I almost slipped down the mountain, but we got through alright. We ended up climbed through where some 7 avalanches had taken out the path because of winter storms. It was really scary at the time, but now I’m glad I had that experience, and especially with the people I did.
I don’t know if I’ll write again before I go home. To be honest I find it depressing, and I’m going to try to focus on the now.