Germany

Christmas Market — Hamburg

It feels kind of weird to say I’ve only gone to a single Christmas market in my whole life.

Christmas Market - Hamburg

I’ve celebrated Christmas since childhood. My family was never been big on the religious bit, but I’ve always gotten into the tree-trimming, cookie-baking spirit. And really, what is a Christmas market but the tangible form of holiday spirit? It’s what all the non-Jesus-y carols are about: strings of lights, hot drinks in festive mugs, appearances from Santa, and deep-fried things being served up in greasy paper bags. Surely, I do this every year.

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Detour to Lübeck

You know you’re still kind of naive about blogging when you think, “Hey, next week I’m going to Hamburg. Maybe when I come home, I’ll write a post about Hamburg.”

Lübeck, Germany

For one thing, “when I come home” is an unprecedented deadline around here; currently, my record for longest time elapsed between experience and blog post is something like four years (though that becomes a lot less dramatic when you remember I only started this blog nine months ago).

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12 Hours In Cologne

12 Hours in Cologne, Germany

When you originate from a giant country like the U.S. and then move to Europe, it’s practically mandatory to go online and gush about traveling to different countries in a single day without breaking a sweat. (Check.)

What no one talks about (and by “no one,” I mean “me, up until this point”) is how, once the novelty of crossing borders wears off, all you’ve really done is spend hardly any time in a foreign country. And while that can be fun, it can also leave you feeling like you’ve hardly seen anything.

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Road Trip to Germany

After living in the US, New Zealand, and Australia, moving to Europe takes some adjustment.

Road Trip to Germany

I mean, I’m used to space. I’m used to great distances, usually made of water, in between me and other people. When I move from one country to another, I’m used to grand trips, long immigation lines, annoying customs forms, and habitually ridding myself of half of my possessions so I can fit everything I own into one suitcase. For four years, this was normal life.

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