On the fun of getting lost...

So now that my almost forced bed rest has come to an end, it's time for me to get back to being active.  The slow often frustrating process of getting my body back into shape... or at least able be active for 10 minutes with out collapsing in a quivering pile of sweat.  So to get started I went for a 15 minute jog... that became an hour walk back to my place. 

I got lost.

It was fun.

I have often enjoyed getting lost and enjoying the randomness of the journey back.  Seeing things I would never have otherwise.  I think my favorite time getting lost was the summer of 2000 as an exchange student to Germany.  Having just spend 10 hours in San Fransisco International Airport, then 14 hours flying to Frankfurt, with another layover then flight to Berlin, I  had slept plenty.  So had a couple of others on the trip.  Never mind it was 3am once we where checked in to the hostel, we snuck out and went a wandering.  We walked down the streets of Berlin in the wee hours of the morning.

Some went and found the discotheques, and got a song stuck in their heads that they made sure got stuck in all of ours later.   Eventually I was wandering down the streets by myself as some of the cafes and bakeries where just opening.  It was amazing.  I was able to find a nice place to sit, with an amazing pastries (the Germans know their chocolate, just saying) and watch the historic city waken.

Nothing wrong with getting lost, as long as you make the time for it, I should do it more often.