Hiking alone

So, this afternoon I wasn't too happy, I was annoyed, I was tired, and I was just plain sick of people. So, on a whim, I decided to go for a hike, because I thought there was a trail right behind my building, which there was! I figured I didn't want to go for a run today, so walking up hill would probably suffice in the exercise department. I didn't exactly know where to go, or what I was doing, but I packed up my camera, phone (because I get about one text, every three days), a 5 Euro note, and my passport (show me your papers!) I set out on my merry way, darting in and out of a gaggle of children passing by. Little kids speaking German are adorable, needless to say, I want one! I just walked and walked, always keeping left until I started keeping right (as to which path I would take). There comes a time while walking in the woods, where you feel the calm and silence closing in on you and you wonder to yourself, "Where the hell am I?" I have no idea how long it took, but I came to a bench that looked out over a random meadow in the middle of all of the giant trees. It was pretty and there was a lady lying in the grass with her dog, so I sat on the bench and just looked around. I came up to the bench from behind, so I decided to walk on the trail that was in front of the bench. As soon as I got onto it, I turned left and saw something I didn't expect! There was this giant old windmill! Only in Germany do little hiking trails take you to a little pretend German village in the midst of all of the trees. I approached it slowly, I almost turned back, but I figured if someone told me to go away, it didn't matter because nobody was with me, and it's a lot less embarrassing to be told off while you're alone than while with a group of people. It turned out it was this little village museum of old houses and barns and stuff. It was pretty cool and I took lots of pictures, because the whole time I was thinking about how much ma would appreciate it. It was a pretty cool place and it was still quiet, and I didn't talk to anyone there either. I just walked in and out and in and out, and took pictures and finally, after about 45 minutes, I turned back to go on my way. It always seems that when you know where you're going it takes less time. I am now back in my room, wondering where the hell I actually was, what it was called and such, and wondering what other things I'll find next time I venture out on my own.