17 Oktober 2009
Matthew has been here for almost five days now. He gets it and makes me get that I get it. He has been surprised by how romantic this city is and helped me realize how well I am doing here. The first day he was here, we laid on my bed together and smiled more than either of us knew we could. I poured my heart out in a poem like I've never had to do and he told me he wouldn't be able to stop looking at me. I assured him this was ok.
After doing the regulars--Turkish Markt, Alexanderplatz, Unter den Linden to the Tör, and the Holocaust memorial we tried some new things together. Namely Tiergarten which was spectacularly romantic and colorful. We let our hearts pull us and were blown away by the beautiful park.
Matthew loves biking, and Doner. We checked out the Hamburger Bahnhof, but it closed quickly: I WILL be going back. I was so glad Matthew could come to Weimar. I had no idea we were going to a concentration camp (ironically), but the frigid rainy afternoon left us both very "cold." Between this and both of our experiences with the other children here we thought about alot and I think only realized more how lucky we are: individually AND together. We haven't slept much, and when we got back from Weimar, we left three hours later at 2am for our 14 hour journey to Amsterdam. Obviously this is a place I want to visit, but that we are going here does have something do to with Matthew's IKEA print of an Amsterdam canal with a red bicycle.
Now I'm sitting on a train in the Netherlands, over eleven hours into our journey (first of many) together across Europe, looking into the eyes of the one I love and exchanging smiles--still a bit in disbelief of the amazing experience we are sharing. I don't understand the language here, so now I get to take a backseat--or at least share the passenger seat as we zoom across blue skied, sunny Netherlands toward our 19 hour visit to the city of canals and hashish.
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