Happy German Unity Day!
Do you want to hear a story about my day, and about how I know absolutely nothing about this country so far? Read on! If you want to just look at some of the pictures I’ve taken since our arrival, scroll. (Totally SFW. I promise.)
Today, our seventh day in Germany, is also a national holiday. I did not know this when I woke up this morning, convinced I had to hide Daphne from the crew that cleans the guest housing in which we live. So, I put a sweater on the tiny dog, and we ventured out in search of breakfast, anticipating the need to stay out for at least a few hours. I honestly never thought that having a place that came with a cleaning crew could ever be inconvenient, but being that we’re the ones breaking a very important rule (no hunden allowed), I can’t very well complain.
I thought it was a little strange that all of the streets were so empty. Then, I began to look in cafe windows. Dark, empty, tables still clean but stacked from the night before. What the hell? Is there some kind of early morning break that everyone gets that no one told me about? Do cafes open late on Thursdays? Have the zombies come?
Nein. I got a text explaining the holiday situation, then quickly decided that my best shot at a breakfast was Starbucks. Which, by the way, is way better over here. The croissants in American Starbucks? Dry, not at all flaky, or if they are flaky, it’s because they’re stale. Here? I could eat one every single day. I might actually have eaten one every single day. Whatever. Also, they gave me a tiny packet of Nutella for my croissant, so basically there’s no reason for me to ever come back to the United States. Except like, maybe loved ones. Maybe.
So because holidays are actually holidays for the majority of the population in Germany (shops are mostly closed, many cafes are closed, and evidently cleaning people do not clean), Daphne and I were able to head home.
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On Friday the 27th, we arrived in Frankfurt. This was the view outside of our hotel window. The buildings were absolutely beautiful!
On Saturday, we took the train from Frankfurt to Kiel, which is a 4 and a half hour trip. The train was very nice – clean, comfortable, and very punctual. Daphne agreed that it was much nicer than the plane.
When we arrived at our guest housing, we found that we had been transported back in time, to the land of dorm rooms! I did manage to rectify the situation by using every single ounce of strength in my little body to move those beds. Did you know that most of Europe sleeps with a fitted sheet and a blanket, but no top sheet? I cannot get over this. I just can’t.
There’s a small park right outside our building, and a handful of other parks in a ten minute walking radius. Now I just need to figure out the perfect outfit that will keep me warm and comfortable enough to get out and enjoy the 55 degree sunshine.
Thanks so much to everyone who wished us a safe trip! We’re definitely still settling in, but it’s been great so far. Keep your fingers crossed for us – we’re seeing an apartment on Sunday!