Next departure was for Innsbruck, and
leaving Vienna I thought: why not Tyrol
and as usual I found compartments filled
with fellow travelers; our intentions set
to maximize the miles and countries we
could cover in a month. As always with
a guidebook handy, there was a college
girl who lead us to the sights of gardened
castles, burgs of stone, and afterwards
we dined at inexpensive restaurants.
The morning after it was Switzerland, and
somewhere I was sidetracked into treks
of Alpine paths, I slept on beaches, hitch-
hiked through the night and finally I
caught the train from Paris back to
Gothenburg and waiting books of physics;
still I ponder if I ever more would seek
a railway station finding that when leaving
Vienna, the next departure is for Innsbruck.
Today I host dVerse poetics, and the prompt is about trains. I still remember in a blur how I went Interailing in my youth. A one month ticket and my passport without any clear plans. Sometimes I dream of doing it again.
April 5, 2015