The dear old Deutsche Bahn does provide for more than its fair share of frustrations, including this morning when the “right” train with the right number arrived on time on the right platform - and then set off in the opposite direction, back to where I had just come from. But, once I got nearer to my destination, I couldn’t help but smile at the relaxed little stations out in the Pfalz - even though I was now late for our off-site meetings.
