Update: I did take the wrong train
Prague to Vienna to Munich
It was nearing midnight, my first night in Munich, Germany. I had arrived at the bus station and met up with my friend Hendrik who I ran track with at Rockville when I was 15 years old. Yes, you heard that right, 15. And we hadn’t seen each other since. But there he was with his wife and one of his sons to greet me in Munich.