As I sit here, on this porch, looking out at these beautiful mountains, I think to myself: how the heck did I get here? Can life really be this organic, this beautiful, this spontaneous if you let it? So I am here. In the very southern tip of Germany, in the alps, in a small village near a small town called Immenstadt (sp). I am staying with two friends that I met two days ago at a petrol station outside of Salzburg, Austria, and who kindly offered me a ride to come along with them on their travels. We have been here at their home for two nights. It is a really big house, more like a triplex, three houses in one. It was renovated about twenty years ago from its original incarnation, an old cheese
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