I bounce right back
Friday morning I was set to leave Koln early in the morning to get on a train taking me straight to Amsterdam. I packed and got all ready the night before so I wouldn’t have to worry about having a close call with the train, like I did in Brussels.
I get up very early and pack up the last things, heading out the door with plans for maybe bread from the bakery and possibly cash from the atm. and then I realize that my bike has been stolen.* the lock is broken and ripped apart on the ground.
so I stand there just staring at it for about a full minute. I mean, will I even make it to the train now? walking doesn’t seem like an option; it would take me nearly 45 minutes. I gather myself up and decide that I will take the train that stops right in front of our flat (which I’ve never taken) and hope that it gets me to the train station quick enough. I forfeit the bread and atm and 1.4e to get there in time.
so I made it.
* I have repeatedly mentioned my
irrational fear about this event occurring throughout the summer, which makes it all the more ironic. and sad.