We took the train to Nuremburg yesterday – pretty easy ride for me, but not for the guy across the way. About 30 minutes into the ride, I am already asleep and dreaming of soccer. I scored a goal in my dream, of course, and at the same time managed to volley the guy’s shin who was sitting across from me. Luckily he was from
“Sorry, I was dreaming of soccer”
…he forgave me.
Prior to Nuremburg, we spent some time at