The Vagabond Adventure Daily Journal
Where Are We Now?
Good to see you! Hope you’re enjoying the journey!
This journal provides you snapshots of our journey as we work our way around the world, never traveling by jet. It’s a chance to get a close-up view of the planet as we explore it the way people did 120 years ago.
Day 594 To Copenhagen, Denmark
I have little memory and fewer notes about our train to Copenhagen. I can only say it rolled Cyndy and me across roughly 225 miles of northern Europe for 7 hours. That doesn't sound fast, but it felt that way.
Once we arrived, we settled into our comfortable hotel, the Grand Joanne, only a few hundred feet from the Copenhagen train station, ate dinner at the hotel restaurant while we got our feet on the ground, and enjoyed the remainder of the evening doing absolutely nothing.
Day 593 Garmisch-Partenkirchen to Berlin
The Wall was a horrifying example of political suppression. I felt a sadness for Germany. Its people have been through so much. We think of Europe as stable and united; old in our North American terms. Historically this is true. But politically in many ways, the United States has been fixed longer than Europe. Germany did not exist as a nation until the 1870s. It suffered through wars and uprisings in 1871 (France), 1914 (World War I), 1939 (World War II) and was not fully reunited after World War II until 1989 when the Soviet Union collapsed and the Wall came down. It was such a powerful symbol of freedom and I remembered that Molly, my oldest daughter was in the womb at the time. "You'll be entering a finer world," I remember whispering to her. But it turns out not to be that simple.
Day 592 Garmisch-Partenkirchen and Dachau
We drove out of the Black Forest toward Garmisch-Partenkirchen. This took us toward the southeast corner of Germany, through farm after farm, vineyards, and great patches of green so verdant it felt as though a carpet had been laid there. In between lay large patches of brilliant yellow flowers growing more canola oil. This was the view for two hours, and then far away, we could see the white edges of the alps.
Day 588 The Black Forest
The Black Forest is legendary in the Western Psyche, home to Grimm's Fairy Tales, the Disney stories it expropriated (Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, Little Red Riding Hood), and Cuckoo Clocks. A place of surpassing and haunting beauty and many a scary story cooked up during a medieval period rife with superstition.
Day 586 Baden-Baden
Baden means bathing in German. The town developed its double name because there are so many other Badens in its neck of the woods, particularly ones in Switzerland and Austria. So in 1931 the citizens decided to distinguish it by doubling up on its name.
The town's history dates back to Roman baths created 1800 years ago, at least partly to help Emperor Marcus Aurelius soak his arthritic bones.
Day 584 Zermatt to Germany
The next morning we said good by to Zermatt and the Matterhorn's snaggled tooth. It wasn't easy. I could've stayed there for days, absorbing the majesty of the place, it's steep, sloping, utterly green meadows topped by tree filled mountains that ran to rock and then snow, and then the saw-toothed massifs so high above.