spent all day rolling down the rails. leaving home hours before dawn we dreamt our way out from berlin to fulda, where we threw the switch and headed along the tracks to munich. the bavarian lands were still battened by fog as we left, the last, and longest, leg of the journey carrying us into austria and out again. speeding through the brenner pass, through bolzano and beyond, descending through acres of sun stunned vineyards out into the flatlands and past the edge of the lagoon.
