Near my roots… Hamburg, Germany! My great grandfather on my father side was born south of Hamburg and traveled to and from Hamburg to America many times. My mother’s family originated from northern Germany, too! So when I arrived, I felt right at home.
After I left the hippie's house, I took a train to the station. Somehow I missed my stop to the main station and had to manage my luggage through a series of train stops… Exhausted… Another very short night. I am not sure when I will get rest. The train ride was four hours to Hamburg. I closed my eyes once I got to Hamburg, and walked along the harbor.
The weather was perfect… The warmest summer in years and the people knew it! There was a beautiful tree-lined walking path and bicycle path. The experience was refreshing. I walked six hours and eventually found my new host's apartment… Pulling my luggage through the city streets and cobblestone roads. As I walked, I met a couple of people and asked them directions. The man offered his drink to share with me. I graciously declined, but I found his generosity
as a kind gesture.
I was quite pleased that I had managed to find my next host's home in such a large city. I rang the bell, but there was no answer… Oh no… I called his cell phone… No answer! Several neighbors helped me store my bags and tried to make connection with my host. Eventually my host and I connected at about 8:30 PM. Rather late… But I was so thankful
that we connected. He carried my bags up 94 stairs to his apartment. The shower was my first need, then food. The interesting
psychologist and I arrived at an Italian
restaurant at about 11:30 PM. Eat now? Why not. There is no pattern or scheduled in my
life these days. He slept in an attic with a pulldown door. The music in the apartment with delightful jazz. I slept well but not long enough. It’s a good thing he prepared a breakfast including ginger. I believe this root is keeping me going!l
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