The Train to Prague

As a woman, I have fearlessly traveled alone, no matter the country, as I go with the flow and share  life’s deliciousness through travel with others.  This particular morning while in Europe in route to a speaking engagement, with backpack thrown over my shoulder, I easily navigated the local trains in Berlin to get myself to it main station, Berganhaauf. I could have easily taken a taxi, but what fun would that be. 

I was at the station in plenty of time so decided to browse the shops located on the many levels before finding a quiet corner to enjoy a local beer and watch people rushing from one place to the next.

The train platform was pretty full, yet I had reserved a seat the day before since trains from Berlin to Prague were not as frequent as to other cities. 

The car was decorated in shades of crimson and burnt orange with comfortable seating, retractable tray tables and electrical outlets. My window seat afforded me the opportunity to take in the glorious views. 

Unfortunately there was no WiFi, but I assumed that I was not supposed to connected during the journey, so I took time to get centered and bring myself back to the tine when train travel was the fashion.

There was a temporary stop as we watched a large freight train carrying coal move past us at a major junction.

Lunch in the restaurant car of the Jan Jesenius from Berlin to Prague

I sat there listening to a wise German man speaking to some English speaking passengers. He was full of the history of the area as well as personal stories of times long past.   I was getting the best of many worlds; a full flavor of the train, the scenery and the history from someone who had lived it.      

In the back of the last train car was a trio of female travelers. At best they were 19 years old. The opted for the floor in this medium sized vestibule away from everyone else over sitting amidst all the 2^nd class passengers.  They propped up their gear against the barred doors, using them as backrests. The trainman didn't bother them except to verify that they were using valid tickets for the ride.  I often glanced back to see them in conversation or reading, remembering what it was like when I first started traveling with my backpack. 

I guess that I never really outgrew that, since I still prefer my feet and local transport to a plane, traveling hammock to a tent, a good clean pension over a 5 star hotel. Basically, I just go with the flow.

On either side of the tracks I spied fields of corn, some sunflowers and a smattering of fields growing grains. The windmills of past replaced by the large wind turbines that I see more often now in the more windy cities in the states.

All and all, a lovely experience.

Enjoy your spiritual travel and wishing you amazing Travel Awakenings,

LeeZa Donatella

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The Four Agreements by don Miguel Ruiz

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The Essential Rumi  by Jalal al-Din Rumi

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