I have come to find that there are certain intangibles in the recipe of Europe back pack travel. I have one specifically in mind as I write this. Before I tell you what it is, let me set the stage. You plan your route before you leave as best you can. You print off every voucher, subway system map and set of directions you think you might need. You plan and visualize until you are ready. You are going to kick this trip's butt. And then, before you can even land on foreign soil, the plan goes to le toilette. You miss your flight, it's delayed, and you suddenly are facing the ultimate bad vacation. This stuff happens. Somehow, it gets figured out and you make it to Europe. Just as you are set to go to your next country, your host changes plans, and you have to scramble. Being the genius you are, you decide to visit a new country that wasn't even on your original itinerary. You get to this place, and realize it is the most foreign place you have ever been. You are going to be so lost, the language doesn't even have Latin roots! Yet, you have an amazing time. You make it to a friend's house in yet another new country. The next day you have to get to a new city and have zero clue where to start. Of course, you arrive and have a fantastic time. So, how were all these amazing memory making moments made out of potentially horrible situations? What is the intangible that makes this possible? People. The people around you are the ones who save you. In New York it was Justin, Megan, Liz and Andrea who surrounded us and gave us hope. Krystle rescued us from our rescheduled layover. In Prague, without Kindra we would have been lost in a sea of Czeck words that would have left us without direction. In Germany, without Anna and Eva, we never would have made it to Munich so easily, nor had such a good evening. Jenny and Damita made a great day visiting Neuschwanstein Castle into a spectacular day! And just now, the stranger on the train that came back to us after we had asked him a question about the direction of the train. He found us and informed us that we needed to get on the train in front of the one we were in, because this one was going to be dropped from the lead train. We made it with literally 5 seconds to spare. It's these people around us, German, Trini, English, American, Australian, and many more, that make this travel thing we do possible. The kicker is there is no way to plan for it, no way to prepare. When it happens it creates such a feeling of goodwill and gratitude. I thank all of you who have been there for us, and most currently you Mr. Random Stranger, especially since we are headed for Memmingen right now, and not Hausterhackenwhateverville.