One night we all crowd into a friend's apartment bedroom. Hans plays his guitar on a mattress on the floor while the other boys play console games on the TV. We look like zombies with dark bags underneath our eyes. Other nights we walk through the park, relying on the moonlight to guide us to the lake where we stay to chat, everyone giggling at me trying to pronounce German words. On my last night, we wander the empty streets for a döner kebap stand and eat our meals in the quiet train station underground to keep warm.
My time in Berlin is over and Nexo takes me to the train station where we say our goodbyes. I can't find my seat number through the crowded train so I sit on the floor in between the carriages, my luggage towering over me as I watch the view of the sky through the small window high above me.
I travel to Munich to see Oktoberfest. There are youths and families dressed in Bavarian clothes and I look so much out of place in my jeans and backpack that people take pictures with me. The grounds are loud with excited screams of children and catchy pop music, that often conflicted with the music from just across the way. There are rides with big, bright lights and loud colours for all ages and adventurers and it is now that I wish I had a companion with me to enjoy all this fun. The noise of loud, buzzing chatter hits me as soon as I walk into the beer tents. There are thousands of people singing, dancing, and celebrating away to litre mugs of beer. One lonely man with a thick moustache kneels on one knee and presents me with a small pretzel ring for my hand in marriage while others ask me to join them in dance.