Last week, on a whim, I called up my friend and suggested that we visit Berlin for the weekend.
You commonly hear how when you live in Europe (as an American) travel distances will appear so much smaller. And then you move there and realize that an eight-hour journey to Berlin is still just that. Eight tedious hours sitting; you feeling your ass get flatter while you’re surrounded by 40 strangers in various states of cleanliness.
As much as I respect my economic restrictions, I don’t think that riding the bus is worth saving $30. In fact, in an effort to be creatively frugal, we took an overnight bus so that we arrived in Berlin at 7am. Let me assure everyone who has not yet attempted this creative, money-saving solution that you WILL wake up feeling like a five-year-old’s tangled shoelace after trying to sleep through the Turkish rap that was thoughtfully put on as ambient relaxation music.
Trust me though, Berlin was worth the discomfort.