I had an appointment to meet with a Language Institute today so I hopped on the train to Nurenburg. As the train departed I heard some screams and the girl sitting next to me covered her face in her hand saying “Oh my God, Oh my God.” Apparently a boy of 11 or 12 years old got his foot stuck somehow when the train departed and fell on the rails. The train had only gone a few meters when it had stopped but for the longest minute ever nobody knew what happened with the boy. The car I was in was silent, looks of concern on everybody’s face, one kid asked his mom “Is he dead.” I imagined the poor child in the state underneath the train and felt sick to my stomach. All I could do was pray. Thankfully the boy lived. He had a huge gash on his forehead, and the paramedics took him to the hospital. That was relieving, that he was fine. At every train station in Europe they have a sign of danger posted to be careful not to fall on the tracks. It really does happen.
I made it to Nurenberg, double timed it to the appointment (A nice mile walk/run), I was 3 minutes late and nobody was there. I was sort of annoyed. I decided to look for the man at the coffee shop downstairs, but since I had no idea what he looked like, it was not so easy. I decided to have an ice cream. They had a great picture of a fruit sundae on the menu. I ordered it but it looked nothing like the picture, and it did not even taste that good. It was made up for at night when Helmut and I ate at an Indian Restaurant that had just opened. I associate Indian food with spicy, but this was the best food ever. It had flavor, it was not hot. The owner said that making spicy food is easier, it overwhelms the person eating it, what is harder is to make food that tastes good. I can’t wait to go back.
Tomorrow we head south to Salzburg, with every other vacationer from the North of Germany. We have to leave early because of the traffic. Today some people spent 3 hours in traffic to go 80 km. Unlike Los Angeles, the autobahn has only 2-3 lanes.
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