When our
train finally arrived, we find a cabin with a middle aged German couple. Soon,
we hear a distinctly American twang ask if he could take the last seat in the
cabin. He asks where we’re from, says that he’s from Tennessee, and we begin to
swap travel stories as he was very chatty.
He: My plane broke from Detroit
Me: Ours too.
He: Did ya’ll fly Delta?
Me: Yeah
He: What day?
It was then that we figured out that we had been scheduled for the same flight. Small World. So, we shared some more travel tales (his included seeing a naked bicycle protest in London), and it turns out that we had been many of the same places. He was quite well-traveled, as well as very talkative and friendly. Kyle shared his retirement plan: to buy a boat and guide ‘any language tours’, then just mumble into the mic since no one can understand them anyway. The German couple seemed amused by this and Mr. Tennessee, so when he asked them about the specialties of the area that he could buy, they communicated for awhile using their decent English and drawing pictures. They then began pointing out points of interest along the way. Arriving at Dresden, we all went our merry ways.
He: My plane broke from Detroit
Me: Ours too.
He: Did ya’ll fly Delta?
Me: Yeah
He: What day?
It was then that we figured out that we had been scheduled for the same flight. Small World. So, we shared some more travel tales (his included seeing a naked bicycle protest in London), and it turns out that we had been many of the same places. He was quite well-traveled, as well as very talkative and friendly. Kyle shared his retirement plan: to buy a boat and guide ‘any language tours’, then just mumble into the mic since no one can understand them anyway. The German couple seemed amused by this and Mr. Tennessee, so when he asked them about the specialties of the area that he could buy, they communicated for awhile using their decent English and drawing pictures. They then began pointing out points of interest along the way. Arriving at Dresden, we all went our merry ways.
Feeling
like a combination between Vienna and Berlin, Dresden is a very charming city
with a lot of history. It used to known as the ‘Florence on the Elbe’, and was
renowned for its beauty. Now, it is primarily known for being almost completely
destroyed in WWII (it’s said that Churchill picked it out specially to get back
at Germany for the bombing of Coventry), which killed over 30000 people. They
are still in the process of reconstructing what they can, using bits of the old
buildings and photographs.
Once we get
into Dresden, while we do see New Market, we spent most of our time in Old
Market and the historical section of town, starting with the Kreuz Church, and
proceeding to the iconic (and beautiful) Frauenkirche. We then saw the
Albertinum and then the Art Museum, walking along the Bruel Terrace which runs
along the Elbe River, where there’s a park with some manicured trees and the
Dom, which looks like a wedding cake inside, all white and gold.
After that,
it was about time for us to go. On the way home, our train cabinmates were
again very friendly. They were 2 English girls who reminded me of plump
versions of the Pigeon sisters from The Odd Couple. We chatted and shared
stories and they giggled about the creeper who was eating a banana and staring
at one of them, drawing the curtain and peeping out (so we swapped creeper
stories). They loaned us a headphone splitter so Neil and I could watch a movie
and Neil helped them with their luggage when we got off the train.
Afterwards,
George took us to a very nice establishment called Hemingway’s, with rich
leather seating and a very knowledgeable and attentive staff.
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