Au Revoir

France, the country of amazing bread, fine wine, unique cheeses, and even more unique people. It seems like everyone is very proud of their country...and they have the right to be.

I sat outside the train station for about two hours today waiting for my next train. I was randomly greeted by another traveller (although I think he was homeless) who was playing guitar in front of the station. He didn't speak much English, but the guy he was with served as our translator.

We sat there playing guitar and singing for almost two hours. I eventually busted out my harmonica and started belting out the five tunes I knew. Soooo fun. People passing by would always stop and listen for a few minutes before continuing. I felt free.

Anyways, eventually the man asked me the one question that most French people do: So do you agree that France is beautiful?

You see, if I was to describe America, I would use words like awesome or amazing. But France...France is beautiful.

I'm sitting here on my train to Germany right now. Usually, I sit facing forward to see what's coming. But right now, now I'm facing backwards...watching the beautiful countryside and mountains pass behind us, melting into the distance.

Goodbye France, I'll see you again in a few weeks...