As the clock was ticking, my stomach was grumbling. I hadn’t eaten a meal in 2 whole days. Thankfully, they had an Italian restaurant which was open. Italian in Croatia? Why not. We still had some time to kill, so a stroll around Zagreb was in order. It looked like an interesting city. There was a beautiful fountain with locals seated on the benches yapping away. I popped a squat next to the others. I had brought my laptop to search for Wi-Fi so I could text the parents that I had not been abducted by Serbian guards and sold into human trafficking or anything of that sort. My mother was a little weary of our current situation so this text was a priority. One problem. My computer was about to die. Thankfully, I was able to connect quickly and shoot off a message. Our time there had come to an end and it was time to board our train. At this point we were down right giddy. Germany was oh so close… and yet so far away. We were not quite the early birds and the train had filled up quickly. As we were looking for an empty compartment, a train attendant, who most likely thought that we were married, opened up a locked compartment for us. Yah! Our own compartment to sprawl out in. AND this train was a German train. Hallelujah! Equipped with plug-ins!! We were so sleep deprived that we probably looked like children on Christmas morning. Now I can watch the Office all the way to Germany! This was quite the treat. We got settled in and awaited for the train to start rolling west.
We still had to go through Slovenia, Austria, and then Germany. At this point, I did not know that Slovenia was in the European Union. Remember, we are fugitives here. I thought we had to go through two more check points until we were home free. Routinely, the guards came to our compartment and requested for a little looksie at our passports. The guard peered at Andrew’s and then my turn arrived. He had an indiscernible look upon his face, which made me nervous. He kept flipping through my pages and inquired my destination. I politely told him that we were going to Munich to fly home. Blasted volcano *cough* *cough*. He then stepped aside and called in all of the information with my passport pages and all of the stamps I had acquired throughout the past couple days… which was like 12. Mildly suspicious. Holy moly. He was a pleasant guard.. but looks can be deceiving. You would not have been able to tell by my demeanor, but inside my mind I was flipping out. My mind was racing. What if they weren’t going to let me in? Where would I go? It was late at night! I would have to sleep at the train station with the bums. I would become a bum! Would I get thrown into prison? As these thoughts came and went, the guard returned my passport back and moved along to the next compartment. I sighed with relief and gave Andrew a look of “What the heck was that?!?” They didn’t check his passport. Only mine! What is this? I still thought we had to go through another process of “passport checking” to get into the European Union and became quite worried. I did not want to go through that again. What I did not know was that Slovenia was in the European Union. Wish I had known that little tid-bit beforehand. Drew and I watched a couple episodes of the Office but he became sleepy and nestled onto his chairs and fell into a state of slumber. I, on the other hand, was very anxious and watched some more of the Office. At one point, I thought a guard was coming to check our passports so I quickly awoke Andrew and we were prepared for the next round. But turns out those were not the man’s intentions and he never came to our current abode. Whoops. My bad Drew. Back to sleep for him. I felt fairly safe and figured I should make attempt at some shut eye. We would arrive at Munich at 6:00 a.m. I fell into a light asleep and woke up to the train stopping at the Munich train station. I was perplexed at the fact that we were never asked for our passports…. But I didn’t care. We were in Germany and that was all that mattered. As we disembarked, multiple layers of anxiety shed away. We were finally in Germany. Next step, the U S of A.
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