Thursday, August 15, 2013
Travel always does a number on me, but it’s one of the reasons why many of us enjoy travel, even through the mechanics of traveling from A to B.
This morning, as I walked from Vancouver’s Chinatown to the Central library branch downtown, I’ve known these streets for decades, even through the years of absence. All the same, just 2 days earlier, I’d been roaming though the German capital city of Berlin, through the streets and neighbourhoods of Charlottenburg and Mitte, some of it new, a lot of it familiar, but knowing exactly where I was, anchored by my knowledge of the extensive U- and S-Bahn network.
This time, a 4-day stop in Berlin meant I should’ve stayed longer over the past week. Even though 8 weeks last fall were a great familiarization, they fell short of what was required. Still, the city whose urban and cultural spirit is unlike anything I’ve ever encountered has a very firm hold on me.
Ultimately, on Tuesday afternoon, there on Platform 3 in the bottom-level of Berlin’s Central Station, I left a piece of my heart and soul behind for her … and I boarded a train for a quiet 5-hour journey to Frankfurt am Main. After a 10-hour non-stop flight the following day, I’m right back where I began 3 weeks ago.
I’m changed, a little more broken, but a little more emboldened by the experience, too.