München: My Luck Continues

So remember how I told you that I planned on spending the day doing the city tour and beer garden crawl? Yeah, well, that didn't quite happen. Last night, when I had just gone to sleep, my bunkmate at the hostel comes in (who I hadn't met yet) and wakes me up trying to find something in her bag. We start talking in whispers in the dark, trying not to wake the others. Next thing I know, without even knowing her name or what she looks like at this point, which would make identifying her next to impossible if we weren't sharing a bunk, I've agreed to ditch my plans for the next day and take a two-hour train trip with her early in the morning to some castle she had planned to go to alone in Bavaria. I spent a completely random day in a beautiful area around the mountains of Bavaria with some girl that I didn't know one lick when I set foot in Munich. We walked for miles and miles, never a lull in the conversation, and just had a great time with the beauty of the surroundings and with each other's company. We met some others from our hostel on the train home, had dinner with them in a beergarden (quite memorable in itself), and she ended the day by getting on a train just before midnight, bound for Italy. It was an absolutely incredible, almost magical, day with someone that I knew for just about 24 hours...which brings us to rule #42.b of solo-backpacking around Europe: always follow your instincts, even when it means scrapping your previous plans. Her motto, and theme of the day, was, "never let any experience leave you unchanged." And, perhaps fittingly, her name: Angela.