By the time we reached our last morning Munich, this group of math historians had grown accustomed to early morning European travel. Bags packed, cab drivers paid, buddy groups accounted for, cold stood in, and we were on our way. After we had situated ourselves into our six person cabins, I decided to take a quick siesta. Upon waking there were mountains; not just any mountains, but the Alps. I could not believe that less than an hour ago I had been in geographically unappealing Munich.
For most on the trip, the train ride was used as a time to relax, view the scenery, and to work on homework. We saw the beautiful towns that were scattered through southern Germany and northern Italy, and dreamed of a life among steep peaks.
We even encountered American culture.
This ride was truly magnificent. It is certainly one of the most memorable portions of my trip. While it might seem strange to recommend traveling as something to do when traveling, if you ever get the chance, take a train ride through the Alps.
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