Adorable.

Basel is the first trip I’ve made while here, using Strasbourg as a sort of “home base.” In addition, this happens to be my first train ride. It’s fascinating, the trains. They were spacious, smooth, and calm. There was no confusion or adventure to the regional train, but merely an institutional blandness. However, due to this being my first train ride, I found myself enamored by the entire process. Anytime I’m in something that moves me, the scenery outside forces me to watch as though I’ve never seen the view, even if I’m riding with my parents to a restaurant we’d been to a hundred times. This time, on the way to Basel, it was new scenery. The speed could not have been great, but I saw so many different views. I loved it.

Not to mention, getting to Basel and exploring the city was a new experience. Though not the crashing tumult of what I imagine a row of Indian market stalls to be, the simple age of Basel floored me. How could some town which had never crossed my mind until the week before have so much history and importance?

I enjoyed the little excursion to Basel, and how adorable everything was that Saturday. However, in retrospect, I should not have spent Saturday night there. A day trip would have sufficed.