Canadians In Berlin
In June 2012, I was in Berlin, Germany with one of my best friends. We were quickly traveling through ten countries that summer, but an old buddy of ours was living in Berlin at the time, so we set aside six whole days in the city to visit him. One day, we were taking the S-Bahn to Alexanderplatz in the center of the city. Looking around the packed carriage, I glanced at the girl standing beside me and noticed a Canadian flag patch on her huge backpack. Setting aside my usual social awkwardness, I asked her, “Hey, where in Canada are you from?” I startled her a bit, but she turned around, chuckled, and told me she was from Toronto. She couldn’t have been older than twenty. The girl explained that she had been traveling the world for almost a year. To keep money in her pocket, she had been stopping here and there and working odd jobs. She had just left a job on a farm somewhere in Eastern Europe (or the Middle East or somewhere I can’t remember) and was now visiting an old friend in Germany. The conversation ended as quickly as it began as we arrived at our destination. Crazy. I wonder if I could ever do something like that. I wonder if she’s still on her adventure.