Walking over the earth

“Take that bridge over there and walk over the earth to the subway station,” said the young man who Marilyn stopped to get directions.

Over the earth? That was one man’s way of explaining in his best English where we needed to find the next station. We were headed to a doctor’s office way on the other side of Berlin so I could get the medicine’s I’m required to take. Every three months I need to get another supply, and the rules for purchasing medicine varies in every country.

In Ireland it was required that I get examined by a doctor before getting a prescription, and that I did. I showed him all the paper work my doctor back in the states had given me. I walked out with a good medical report and a prescription. In Ireland, as in many other countries, you cannot even purchase the brand Tums for a mild tummy ache without a doctors’ permission.

In Spain, all I did was to ask the pharmacy for the medicine, and they required proof that it was prescribed by a doctor. Proof was easy, with the paper work I carried, and I got my medicine.

In Morocco, all I did was hand a list to the pharmacist, wait for it to be packed up, pay my bill and leave. Easy.

Today, I realized that Germany has strict rules in many arenas, and therefore, I made an appointment to see a doctor. I did see one and that cost thirty euros, and I received a prescription that I filled immediately.

Getting to the doctor’s office involved a tram and an underground subway, and a walk over the bridge.

Marilyn, who is expert at nearly everything, even using a chain saw to trim away tree limbs that are dry and a fire hazard in her Vallecito, Colorado home, became the navigator around Berlin. That’s fine with me, as she does a great job, getting us where we need to go, and I get to look at the architecture.

We were headed into a part of town where buildings were older and some covered with graffiti. Some of it is quite good art, while some is strange, and other just trash.

Marilyn lives on a hilltop in Colorado, where, when it snows, and the road up to her house is covered with it, she leaves the car at the base of the hill and walks up a steep grade to the house. She is an energetic woman with many skills. In the case of walking around Berlin, she is always two feet ahead of me, while I try to get my legs moving at my best speed.

When I began this tour, back in Iceland, I couldn’t walk even half a block without feeling pain.  I can walk long stretches now, just proving that walking helps your health.

We have fun meeting and asking questions of people when we need a bit of direction, and one of those was that young man who referred to the under a bridge as ‘over the earth.’

Another guy we met yesterday, is, in his own words, ‘a gypsy’. He was looking at some photos in his camera,  so when he looked up I smiled, and he asked me how I was doing. He began to speak English.

Turns out, he takes photos of folks and some video’s of street musicians, and puts them together on YouTube or Facebook. “I believe that beauty isn’t as important as what a person beams out. You must be full of love,” he said and we were convinced he meant it.

Today, we found the doctor’s office in an old building, up a flight of curving stairs and a wooden banister. We waited until the room full of people were seen and then it was my turn.

Prior to seeing the doctor, I was required to show all of my paper work, but the doctor hadn’t looked at it when I went in to her office. She just listened to me, and I gave her a list of the medicine I needed and she wrote a prescription. She apologized that I had to wait for such a long time. It didn’t matter, for while we waited, the sun shown through the clouds.




2 Responses to Walking over the earth

  1. Laureen……so….you walked over the earth……..How funny……..but it does make sense.
    When would Marilyn be available ? We need some brush cleared on the property ….
    Keep well…keep blogging……..we wait.
    Paula and Bud

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