Saturday morning I embarked on an adventure to the old university city of, Munster. It's about an hour's trip from Borken to Munster by bus. I got to the station at 9am Saturday morning and expected to be leaving at 9:30. This girl read the time tables wrong... I sat there until 10:30. Womp womp.
At any rate, by 11:30 I had made it to my destination and was ready for a day of adventure.
I got it all right.
It was aboslutely beautiful and I think I may have left a piece of my heart in Munster.
There were artists everywhere I turned, troubadours, and fresh food and flowers from the street market.
The smells and sounds just captured me and that's when I remembered why I really wanted to come here.
Travel.
Who says you have to go far to travel?
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| This guy was awesome. |
A couple that were painting on the streets painted the guy above and a woman running.
God made some very talented people.
In my first 20 minutes in the city I loved it all,
but then I walked into St. Lamberti's and that is when I fell in love.
See why below.
I loved all the details and design.
Everyone in that place was Oohing and ahhing, as well as myself.
After this I headed to the market and got a little snack and bought some postcards from a local artist.
Then I set out to find the Picasso Museum, but some how ended up in H&M in the shoe and accessory section. My wallet always finds away into the stores. Funny how that happens.
I got a new pair of shoes(of course) and few more shirts. It was needed.
I certainly did not pack enough for a year in Europe.
I had lunch at Italian place called Scoozi where I enjoyed some pizza margahrita(shocker) and a glass of Prosecco(when in Germany, do as the Germans do). Then, for reals, I set out for the Picasso Museum.
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| PS I have no idea what this says besides Picasso. |
The whole time I was there I felt like I was going to get in a whole lot of German trouble any minute for taking pictures inside there. So I didn't take many. I also told a little white lie to save $2 (said that I was a student for the discount, which I am not) I immediately felt bad, but bought a postcard on the way out so they still go the two bucks euros. I'm a terrible liar.
The rest of day I spent walking in circles(for over three hours) trying to find the bus/train station. My attitude of oh I love this place, quickly turned into where's a damn taxi when you need it! Eventually I found the station, but I missed my bus by two hours. I was told to take a train to Coesfeld and then a bus to Borken.
Take a nice air conditioned train? No prob!
While on the train I was just thinking, I know a lot of my friends and family who will probably never get the chance to "miss their buss in Europe" or "take the train in Germany" and I couldn't help, but to still feel lucky.
I thanked God for my exciting day and I thanked Him for me getting hopelessly lost and giving me eyes to still see the beauty in that.
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| Assee Lake |
Munster was good to me on Saturday. It was exactly what I needed.
