Kempinski Taschenbergpalais Dresden

What a sad day. We roared our way through Berlin for the last time. Made great time and got to Dresden fine. Had a bit of an issue finding the garage again and there are lots of cobbled roads. Between driving on them and the van roaring it was a bit stressful but we got there in the end. The guy who hires them out is so cool... very chilled and relaxed. He took us ...

The Rebuilt City &#8211; Dresden<br><br>Dresden was pretty much wiped out in World War 2. It has since been rebuilt but the fires that burnt the city down remain and a lot of the old statues and buildings are stained black. I have been sick as a dog and nearly tainted the city with a bit of chunder! <br><br>So I don't have much to say ...

... city that was so old, I was amazed at how little was left after the bombings. It looked as though I was in Darwin, a city that has been twice destroyed in its life time. Everything was new and modern, but what was truly incredible were the old buildings that either survived or had been rebuilt. These buildings were absolutely beautiful in their intricacy. Whats more is that most of the ancient buildings had to be rebuilt, a painstakingly slow process. You could see ...

... beautiful town with little or no reason to be destroyed), Harris' plan was put into action.<br><br><br><br> It was a three phase plan with hundreds of bombers in each run. They had primary targets: factories, train station, infrastructure, then secondary targets: public buildings, and finally "anything you can hit" targets. Smaller planes accompanied the bombers in order to fight off the German planes. The bombers all came out of England and up through southern ...

... anytime anyone would walk through, we had to push against the walls. Soon, though, several people left the compartment in front of us, so we jumped up and claimed the seats quickly. The rest of the first train ride was pretty uneventful. The second train, however, was not annoying at all, but rather very unsettling. We may as well have been on a 3 hour roller coaster sitting backwards! After only 20 minutes, I realized I had to find another seat that was facing forward. It ...

... made me smile and almost laugh with him. There are works by many famous Dutch and Flemish, Italian and German artists, more than I ever thought I would get to see and in such a small city.<br><br>The galleries collection is considered the best in the world. During the war the collection was taken and hidden. After the war it went to Moscow and Kiev. In 1955 it returned to Dresden and the restored gallery opened in ...

... delayed and I buy lunch and some things for the trip with the last of my Czech money. The trip goes pretty easily its only 2 ½ hours away but i am glad to be on my way out of Prague. I text person and at the start I dont say who it is and we spend the next 2 hours texting backwards and forwards. We discuss the possibility of catching up on the weekend in the Netherlands. I will all him later in the night, ahhh sponteneity is a good thing.

... Lisbon connected in Palma, Mallorca so I thought I'd see where Rafael Nadal lives. The flight to Palma was on a plane that easily had the least leg room of any plane I've ever been on. I couldn't even sit facing forward, I had to sit sideways. The plane was full so it was quite uncomfortable. Mallorca looked beautiful as we flew over. Pretty blue water along with some of the usual tourist developments. I'm not sure what there is to do there besides the beach but it looked very ...

... on the train having already played card games and talked. Apparantly I'm crazy. They could never eplain it but I'm crazy. They said it was okay because I'm also nice. I guess if I don't have spontanaiety going for me I cna be crazy. I don't think I am. I think I'm completely normal. Everyone says that I am though. They can never explain it, just that I am. I don't get it. Now they're asleep and I need to figure out where my hostel is in Dresden. Ugh, I'm exhausted.

... ooh, ahh!), and am settling down for a long deserved rest in suprisingly spacious lodgings. I sort of feel like I'm living in an IKEA storefront, but they are quite nice. (*) I am quite free with my misadventures, but I also believe in protecting the anonymity of the innocent - or not so innocent, as the case may be - but the third parties, nevertheless... and so, I will refer to only the mysterious Mr. Springsteen, who, of course, is not Bruce.