So, frazzled and angry and nervous, I got onto the train back to Leipzig. Didn't think I'd be going back through there again! The train was full of hipsters, cosplayers and goths around my age--apparently there was a big annual book festival happening in Leipzig at the time. Hence hipsters. Anyway, part of the reason I was so anxious was because of arriving in Weimar so late due to the mix-up. I'd be nearly two hours later than I would've been had I made the bus on time. I was going to be meeting my new host immediately when I arrived based on the bus' schedule. She only had a half-hour window where she could meet me before going to work, and then (I assumed) I'd have to simply sit on her doorstep until she came back from work. Long story short, her room mates let me in and everything was fine. Her house was literally like two minutes away from the Weimar station, an extra bonus when my arms already felt like they were gonna tear out from the weight. That was mostly from running along in Jena. Fortunately I found the other station no problem, but it was an uphill walk on cobblestone, at least fifteen minutes of it with a huge heavy suitcase rolling behind me. I was so relieved to be in Weimar. I relaxed the rest of the afternoon, and then went looking around on the next day. Weimar is by far the smallest place I've been to, and I was able to walk the whole of the main town area in a day, seeing all of the landmarks.
The Blood Road and Buchenwald Concentration Camp
One last thing--I'd read in an article online that the Buchenwald camp memorial sells postcards along with the usual informative books and such. It turned out to be true. Out of morbid curiosity I bought two, but I have to wonder, who would actually send these out to friends or family? I can't exactly picture someone getting this in the mail with the message "wish you were here" written on it.