trip notes: 3 June

2:00 PM: train from Munich, Germany to Strasbourg, France

We've left Munich, which would be terribly sad were we not headed for France. Here I will not be so linguistically helpless (so much of me now wants to learn German!) But here is what we've done: we visited Dachau, the concentration camp, which was terribly emotional considering my infatuation with Judaism: I stook where Jews were gassed and burned and slaughtered. I stood where pictures showed piles of whitened bodies lying in heaps. Life, blooming into itself over corpses.

Et puis: We've toured palace after palace until I think I must dream in silk and silver. We've toured Nymphenbourg and Oberammergau and Neuschwanstein (after which Sleeping Beauty was written!), all of then exuding ivory and gold like froth. I think i was born to be a French or German princess (or was, perhaps, in another life :])

And on this trip, by unintentional dismissal of the petty rules I build up for my self-preservation, I stretch; I grow. I am able to bubble into myself, and equally to be alone. (One cannot, until comfortable with one's insides, be all right alone.) But these are good people, fertile soil for becoming.