Every now and then — usually when my brain has taken on a good frying — I’ll let people convince me that it’s a good idea to get out of the city. To swim in a lake, or to go on a hike, or to see the beautiful landscapes of Brandenburg.
I’m always hesistant: I’m a true city girl. I grew up in the suburbs and I always hated landscapes. It’s like, what, this looks so much better on TV. And bugs! And mozzies! And having sand in your pants and dirty feet from the mud. Thanks, I’ll pass.
But, yeah. The sun erased every negative thought I had: I have to get out. I wanted to dive into cool, deep water. My whole skin felt like it was falling apart from the smoldering heat. And off we went to Flakensee (which is not exactly the best place to take a swim in. Believe me).
Boy, was that a lonely ride. Half an hour train into the wilderness of Erkner, probably the emptiest place I’ve ever been to, followed by a half hour walk to where the lake turns into less of a jungle and more of a beach. I loved splashing around in the water, but I missed the city at the same time. I dried myself off after about two hours, waved my friends goodbye and went back to the loneliest and most likely to be oldest train station in godforsaken Erkner.
I’m never leaving the city again. Word. Not in this heat, not without an iced bottle of water and someone to punch on the way. I’d rather sweat forever in exchange for those bad mosquito stings. Damn nature, you scary.