That last day, after returning to Munich from our morning in Dachau, the name of the game was extraction. If at all possible, we’d soak up every last drop of what was left there for us to discover – see – taste – do, given the time parameters within which we were operating. Which wasn’t...
First, I cannot begin to tell you enough the glory that is sleeper train travel. I was mystified and altogether in love with the ease and convenience found in the simple act of going to bed on a train. And not only that, but falling asleep in one town on the more northeastern side of...
