I’ve arrived in Munich and am lying on Max’s couch, FINALLY in my silk traveling sheets and blue sleeping bag. It’s not as if I haven’t been allowed to use them before, it’s just, I’ve been provided guest rooms and futons and bedding, and it would’ve felt silly unpacking my sleeping bag in all that generosity.
At Max’s, I’m not really a couchsurfer, since he isn’t a complete stranger (he couchsurfed at my place for four nights in April, after all). But it feels real enough. I’ve interrailed for eight days. I’m in the fifth city of my trip. I’ve experienced delays, missed my connecting train and had some long, odd conversations with some fellow travelers. And now I’m lying on a couch in my blue sleeping bag. This is the real thing.
Katja Malmborg 