In Germany, a “Schützenfest” (or “marksmen’s festival”) is a time-honored tradition that is celebrated every year with much fervor, excitement, and – let’s be honest – a healthy amount of alcohol. Some of the…
As I leave Essen, fat and happy from the currywurst I polished off right before boarding the train, I can’t stop smiling. 96 hours ago, I never would have thought I’d be leaving with…
Essen, Part 2. The answer is 7 hours. The question? How long it takes to recover from the endless drone of German Schlager music we experienced last night. Now it was time for culture,…
“So, where are you off to this year?”, a friend of mine asked me over a cup of coffee recently. My answer: “Germany.” “No, I mean, I’m sure you’re planning on traveling a bit…
