First, I was touched by the beautiful hilly terrain I encountered on the train from France. It was sweeping and green, with darling hamlets nestled under green mountains. As well, I was suprised to find people looking like the people I had grown up with in the Midwest. The area where I had grown up in Missouri was settled predominantly by Germans. Many of the last names I saw in Germany were the same as my neighbors back in Cape Girardeau, MO!
Not to be left out, their bread is amazing. It is actually a real food group, unlike the refined white stuff so typically consumed in the United States. It was hearty, rich and brown. They have 300 kinds of bread in Germany, and I wanted to try all of them!
We went out to eat in an Italian restaurant on the corner from where I was staying. The pasta was homemade, and oh so ono(delicious!) We split a dinner, and to my suprise, she ordered an alcoholic beverage for herself! Apparently, the drinking age in Germany is 16, and it is no problem for kids her age to order a beer. Her drink was beer mixed with raspberry juice, some drink peculiar to Berlin itself.
the symbol on the pedestrian crossing lights |
at the Wall |
Then we relaxed by the river, in an area where locals cruise in the afternoons under shade trees. For dinner, she took me to a popular square where kids her age like to hang out, and we tried real German fare for our last meal together.
the Great Synagogue |
I so look forward to seeing my sweet hostess again, and enjoy the wonderful food and beautiful vistas of this progressive country. Auf Wiedersehen! :) Shaloha, Heather
real German fare, beef rouladen |
Memorial to Europe's Murdered Jews |
wow! how nice to have a local tour guide and friend in berlin. if only that could happen in every new city. looks like a cool city..
ReplyDeleteIn just a few short paragraphs you were able to make me feel like I had seen it all, and enjoyed the dining! Thank you angel!
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