Eight months old on the island of Rügen.

So back when I wrote my last entry in, er, September, I didn’t think it would be my last entry until, er, May 2014. But life has a way of taking over and rewriting how you plan a day (or many days) to go. As the GABOJ became more and more mobile, I found myself with less and less time to play on my computer during the daytime. It evolved to a point where he simply wouldn’t allow it anymore, and much whining and crying would commence every time I tried to open up the computer and do something. He was determined that he should be a part of whatever it was I wanted to do. So that left me with evenings for computer time, but if I’m honest, I prioritized other things ahead of writing on my blog. Which is a bit of a shame, because this blog is really for me a way to document our lives as I have a pretty terrible memory. Sorry, where were we? (hehe)

Nine months old.

Nine months old.

So I am going to make a New Year’s resolution. (Hush, hush, I am aware this is May. It’s my blog and I make the rules. So there.) I will try to write on my blog more regularly. I won’t make any promises about how often, but I will try to post at least occasionally. Maybe I’ll even surprise myself with a renewed gusto for it.

Let’s get things going by talking about the reason I haven’t blogged since September, bless his little time-consuming heart.

Our little GABOJ is not so little anymore. He’s now 15 1/2 months old and is a ball of energy. He started walking back in March and there’s no stopping him now, running around and getting into as much mischief as possible. He loves the cat, but she has learned to steer clear of him. He hasn’t quite mastered the art of being gentle and not pulling fur and tails. He is obsessed with any type of vehicle, but mostly cars and motorcycles and mopeds. His first word every morning for at least a week now has been “auto,” which is German for car. We’re really starting to think there’s something genetically hard-wired into his little boy brain as he is so stereotypically obsessed with vehicles, and that’s not due to any effort on our part to push him in that direction. He’s a little parrot, repeating words we say all the time. He’s starting to say two words together (like, “big boy,” “Alles klar?” – German for “everything okay?”) and looooves to say “no” or “nein” about a million times a day. He’s gone through a couple of food phases now, the first being “apple” when he’d say it all the time, multiple times a day. And he genuinely wanted to eat some apple pretty much every time. Now he randomly says “pizza” even if it’s morning and nowhere close to lunchtime. But he gets excited when I make it and eats it like a champion. “Raisins” seem to be a new obsession as well.

Ten months old.

Ten months old.

When Luke was newborn, I used to feel quite antsy and longing for him to be a bit older as there are so many things about a newborn baby that I find exhausting. The lack of sleep the first few weeks is an all-consuming exhaustion that is really just indescribable. You pretty much just shut down to life-support systems in an attempt to make it through. And at times, there’s colicky crying that won’t stop no matter what you do. The milestones are few and far between for those first few months, so you feel like you are pouring all this love and attention towards a little being without much reward. But someone once said to me that it will never get “easier” as your child grows; the challenges just change. And I see now how true this is. Because while Luke sleeps through the night now, he’s awake for most of the day and has to be watched all the time. I can’t leave the room for a few minutes and not worry too much the way I could when he was immobile. And although we don’t have colicky cries anymore, he will break out into a full-body, throwing-himself-on-the-ground tantrum when he doesn’t get his way about something.

Eleven months old.

Eleven months old in Indiana.

But still, it’s a pretty adorable age, and I love watching him do his toddler waddle around and repeat words after us in his sweet little voice. And when he runs to me with arms outstretched for a hug, and then nuzzles in to my neck, I can’t imagine spending my time on anything else, even if it means my blog gets a bit dusty.

On his one-year birthday.

On his first birthday.

13 months old and dressed for Fasching.

Thirteen months old and dressed for Fasching.

14 months old in Edinburgh, Scotland.

Fourteen months old in Edinburgh, Scotland.


Almost fifteen months old and ready to take on the world.


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I Heart Deutschland!

Germany's amber waves of grain.

Germany’s amber waves of grain.

So a long, long time ago (in a galaxy…oh, wait…ahem), I said that I was going to write an entry entitled “I Heart Deutschland!” That entry was never written, but it was always at the back of my mind that I’d get around to it one day. Well, that day has arrived, dear reader! And it’s likely that the list I would have written back then is different to the one I’ll write today. On the one hand, my impressions of Germany aren’t as fresh as they once were, and some things that stood out to me at that time are probably taken for granted now.  On the other hand, I guess those things that I do really love about Germany have probably stuck in my mind as well as some new ones that have been discovered and can be added to the list. This is probably a topic that I could revisit every few years’ time, and have a completely different list every time. And what I will write below is no way exhaustive. There are many other things I love about living here, but these are a few of the top ones that come to mind.

1. Germany is a very environmentally conscious country, at least much more so than the US and the UK.

Example of the types of containers in every German home. Image taken from here. http://www.feelgreen.de/ist-muelltrennung-noch-zeitgemaess-/id_55199326/index

One of the things I love most about living here is, for example, how easy it is to recycle. In our home, there are three types of refuse containers: garbage, paper, and composting. You also receive a bundle of yellow bags within which you place all of your plastic packaging. (Glass recycling is either by a deposit/refund system, or in containers on the street for those items that didn’t have a deposit paid.) We had recycling containers on the street we lived in Edinburgh, but they were not divided out for each household, and more often than not, they were full and/or inappropriately sorted which made me worry that the items inside might just be dumped and not recycled at all. Here, all of your containers are within your own household, and they have a weekly rotation of being collected. (Every other week for all containers in winter time, and composting is collected every week in summer.) I also love that the yellow bag accepts just about any packaging out there, unlike many of the fussier systems elsewhere where they will only accept certain numbers. If I had to lodge a small complaint, it’s that it can be hard to fit all of the garbage in to one container that is emptied only every other week when you are sharing a household with two other parties. It’s amazing to me that we are a building with six adults and one baby (who wears disposable but biodegradable diapers), and most of the time it works fairly well, with us all sharing one container that is the size of the average American family’s that is collected weekly. We are admittedly the biggest garbage producers in our household (probably by far), but most of the time we don’t have too much extra trash sitting around. And it is possible to purchase one-off garbage bags that can be filled and collected, if your normal receptacle really does spilleth over. Oh, and not only are these awesome containers that separate out your refuse in each home, they are also in public spaces across Germany. Our train station, for example, has garbage, paper and packaging receptacles located all over the station. As does Frankfurt airport. I wish they existed in Würzburg city center along the streets, but still, to have them in places like train stations and airports is a big step forward.

There are lots of other ways Germany is green, too. Part of it comes down to have a heavily populated country with good public transportation compared to the US, but people here take the bus, the train and often just walk or cycle to get from point a to b rather than drive (though Germans obviously do love their cars…) Germany has embraced alternative energy sources like wind and solar, with ambitious plans to phase out nuclear power plants in operation. Organic food is easy to find and comparatively priced to non-organic. Unlike in the US, organic foodstuff isn’t separated out into its own special section; it’s easily identifiable with a green leaf emblem on the shelf label, but it’s mixed right in and next to conventionally produced items throughout the supermarket. In our (relatively small) city center, there are several organic supermarkets, though they are all tiny compared to American standards. And speaking of supermarkets, you won’t receive free grocery bags in most. You can bring your own, or pay for plastic, paper or slightly more expensive cloth bags. It’s a small difference to the US, but makes a huge impact.

People here seem to generally be more aware of environmental problems and care about them. Appliances are usually unplugged or switched off at the outlet when not in use, and are generally much more energy-efficient. Televisions aren’t usually left on all day long. Houses are built to be more energy-efficient, too. People tend to heat less, and air conditioning in homes and public spaces (except for bigger department stores) is practically unheard of. The downside to that is that I practically pass out every time I ride the bus here in 90+ degree weather, but I suppose it is better for the environment.

Germany is by no means perfect with their environmental report card (see my entry about their love of consuming bottled water and refusal to serve tap in some restaurants), but it’s still pretty much leaps and bounds ahead of a lot of other places.

A path leading from the town of Gerbrunn to Randersacker.

A path leading from the town of Gerbrunn to Randersacker.

2. Pretty much no matter where you want to walk, you can. There is always a path.

For folks living in the UK and reading this, this concept isn’t so unfamiliar as you enjoy laws that allow you the right to access certain categories of uncultivated land—specifically “mountain, moor, heath, down and registered common land.” But for Americans, we’re more used to seeing “Private Property” signs than signs pointing out paths you can walk on.

In fact, it took the Mr. a while to put his finger on it, but every time we’d be Indiana, he’d start to feel a little stir crazy. We’d walk around the local parks to get fresh air and sunshine, and he’d walk along the couple or acres or so of land my parents own, but it was never enough. He realized that in the US, you’re really limited to being able to walk outside unless you do it on your own property, in a town park, or along a road (or of course you can, in theory, walk in a town center, but those are a dying breed in the US, and many towns have more thriving suburbs vs centers). Here in Germany, you can walk pretty much anywhere except in the yard surrounding someone’s home. In the fields and meadows that dot the land between towns and cities, there is almost always a path of some sort and land to walk on. You don’t have to worry that you’re trespassing on someone’s private property, or, that you might even be shot at for doing so. (Which where I come from, isn’t entirely unheard of.) We can rent a car, go off driving into the countryside, and within only minutes we will undoubtedly come across a small dirt or sometimes paved road that leads out into a field. You are allowed not only to drive on this (unless there is a sign indicting otherwise), but also park and…just start to walk. It’s that simple. No one cares. You can get fresh air, a healthy bit of exercise, or even perhaps a quick pee break if no one is around and you can hide behind some trees or bushes. There’s so much land in the US, and I lived in a very rural part of it, but even there, good luck finding a spot for a pee break that isn’t fenced off or covered in “Private Property” signs. And forget trying to do a nice walk in nature that isn’t on your own property or in a park.

Maybe there are other parts of the US where the land is more accessible. I’ve often wondered if states that have more of an “outdoor culture” are easier to walk around. If anyone lives in any part of the US like this, let me know. Finding an area of the US a little more like Germany in this respect might be my only chance of ever moving back to the States, because the Mr. isn’t sure he could live so “fenced in.”

Who wouldn't want to get paid looking after this guy?

Who wouldn’t want to get paid looking after this guy?

3. There’s a healthier work/life balance, at least compared to the US. Germans are considered the “hard-working” Europeans on the continent and this is financially the richest country, but somehow the Germans still manage a decent work/life balance. In Bavaria, for example, we enjoy the most public holidays out of any of the German states (though the others don’t trail too far behind). There’s statutory paid parental leave (the US is actually the only OECD country without it), and other financial benefits to having a child or children here. (For example, although I’ve never worked a day in Germany, I’m actually paid at the moment to be a stay-at-home mom. No joke.) Although it possibly depends a little on what you do for a living, there seems to be more of a cultural acceptance that when you leave work for the evening, you leave work for the evening. So many of my friends and family who work back in the US don’t have that clearly delineated break between work and family life, and struggle with the expectation that they often have to continue working (checking emails, preparing a presentation, etc.) once they’re home. It’s also maddening to me how little paid vacation Americans typically get. It’s been a while, but if I remember correctly, in addition to the measly public American holidays, I got one paid day off my first year that I worked a full-time job. And after an entire year of working, I finally got 10 days of paid leave. That time would have increased slowly over the years if I had continued working there, but given that most people change jobs at least few times over a lifetime if not more often than that (especially when young and figuring out what one really wants to do), it means you can end up working for several years with little to no paid vacation. In Germany, it’s statutory that for full-time employment, you get at least 20 work days for the standard 5-day-workweek, plus 9 to 13 public holidays(depending on which state you live in.) Not too shabby, eh?

There are lots of other things I love about Germany, but those are some of the biggies. What do you love about where you live? What would you change?

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A Seat with a View

As usual, I’m a bit behind posting our explorations over the past few weeks. But it’s been an incredibly hot weekend here in Würzburg (we had 38 degrees celsius yesterday, which is 100.4 fahrenheit!), and I’m finally taking some time and plunking myself down in front of the computer. Not much energy to do anything else, really!

The view from Schwanberg.

The view from Schwanberg.

The Mr. is seemingly on a mountainous kick, at the moment, as our day trip to Kreuzberg monastery that I wrote about in my last entry was followed up by a trip to Schwanberg. Schwanberg hill (think it’s too small to be considered an actual mountain as Wikipedia refers to it as an “elevation”) is located near the town of Kitzingen. In ancient times it was used by the Celts as a fortification, and later a castle (which still exists today) was built by the counts of Castell. We weren’t able to tour the castle as we had our pram with us and there were way too many stairs, but we still managed to find quite a bit to see and do.

The gardens of Schwanberg Castle.

The gardens of Schwanberg Castle.

The gardens surrounding the castle are easily accessible with a pram and quite pretty. They were built up from 1919-1921 in the classical baroque and English landscape garden style. We had a nice day to explore that was warm but not stifling hot, which would prove to be a lifesaver later on (I’ll get to that in a bit!)

In addition to the castle gardens, there are 32 acres around the Schwanberg to explore. There are paths circling around the top of the hill, and you can pick which route you want to take.  We decided on the “frog” path, and all started off well. We had a relatively good dirt path for pushing the pram, and we figured that if it started off that way, it would most likely continue in that condition. Well, about 1/3 into the journey, we ran into a couple of guys who said something to the effect of, “Whoa, you’re brave to do this path with a pram!” The path had been pretty good thus far, but they explained that a little further up, things would get, um, more “rustic.” They recommended we turn around and head back, and in retrospect, that probably would have been the better decision. But we trudged on, and a little further up came to this:

Hmmm...not looking so good for a pram at this point!

Hmmm…not looking so good for a pram at this point!

I held onto the GABOJ, and the Mr. somehow managed to push/drag the pram over the ravine without losing it over the edge. It didn’t get much better from there. The path turned twisty and winding, up and down hill, with lots of tree stumps thrown in to make it extra interesting. We were a bit surprised that the path changed so much with no real warning, so those of you planning to do the frog path with a stroller, take heed. It’s not impossible, but it won’t be much fun.

Schwanberg outdoor cafe kiosk and seating.

Schwanberg outdoor cafe kiosk and seating.

After surviving our “little walk,” we decided we more than deserved a piece of cake and coffee. (Note that in German culture, pretty much anything you accomplish – like continuing to breathe – warrants cake and coffee 🙂 ) We grabbed a seat in the outdoor cafe and enjoyed the nice views.

The next little trip we took a few weekends later was to one of our favorite spots for lunch, Vogelsburg, followed by a trip to Marktbreit.

Vogelsburg restaurant

Vogelsburg restaurant

Vogelsburg is yet another hill with a nice outlook. (Are you detecting a pattern, yet, in where we enjoy going?) We often head here when we have a car on a weekend if we don’t have any specific plans and would just like to enjoy a nice meal. The food is very good, not too expensive, and the views down onto the Main River are beautiful, particularly if you sit outside and snag a table right against the wall. On the afternoon we went for lunch, it was too hot to sit against the wall in the sunshine, so we enjoyed our lunch in the shade. Though it was a warm day, sitting in the shade with the breeze was just about perfect. We finally forced ourselves to leave and head on towards our next and final stop, Marktbreit.



Marktbreit is a picturesque little town situated at the most southern point of the Main River. It’s a bit of a special place for us as we had rented a car on the weekend that the GABOJ ended up arriving, and during the evening before I went into labor we decided to have dinner in Marktbreit and check it out as we had never been before. Little did we know it would be the last place we’d visit before our little guy arrived. We went to the Restaurant Schloss Markbreit, and I remember that we were just about the only people in the place, and we grabbed a newspaper and were reading it as we waited for our food to arrive. I was struck by the notion that it might be one of the last quiet meals we would have, just the two of us, for a very long time. Anyway, we decided to head back and check it out a little more in summer weather (and me not heavily pregnant), and this time with the GABOJ in tow more comfortably in the pram.

It had ended up being a really hot day, so we just wandered a bit into the center of town before we found the Restaurant Schloss Marktbreit again. We had noticed the first time we were there that they had amazing looking cakes, so we came back excited to try something on offer. It was really tough to decide, but I ended up going for a cherry cake (almost like cherry pie), with a scoop of ice cream. Asking for ice cream with your cake isn’t really the norm in Germany, but it was so hot that something cold to go with it sounded good.  (And it’s sort of tricky to find iced coffee here, as a side note. I’ve finally found two coffee places in Würzburg that offer it, but it might just be a seasonal thing for summertime.)  Anyway, we were enjoying our cake and coffee when two ladies seated next to us began to chat to us about the GABOJ. Then, it wasn’t long before a friendly cross-dressing man in a lovely skirt from The Netherlands began chatting to us and asked to join our table. Our afternoon had taken a pretty unexpected (but interesting!) turn. Bavaria isn’t exactly a hotbed of diversity, especially in the smaller towns and villages, so it was great to see someone who clearly stood out embracing who he is and not being in any way ashamed by it.

All in all, it was a great day out, and definitely suited our little guy.



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Ausflüge im Franken



The Mr. and I have been on a bit of car renting binge lately. There have been some things we’ve needed to shop for, but also it’s just been nice to get out of Würzburg and see something new. Winter seemed to never end this year, followed by a cold and wet spring, and we were even more housebound than usual caring for the GABOJ in the months after his birth. So now that I’m well again, and we’re finding our new groove traveling with the GABOJ, it’s been fun to get out and about.

They know how to do signs right in Germany.

They know how to do signs right in Germany.

A few weeks ago, we rented a car and headed out one afternoon with no concrete plans other than a general area we wanted to explore. We first stopped in the small but picturesque village of Prichsenstadt. (You can check out their Wikipedia page here, though it’s all in German.) We parked the car and wandered around the main street, looking for a cafe so we could have some cake and coffee. We only saw one actual cafe, and it was pretty packed. We wanted to sit outside as it was a nice day, but the cafe’s spots outside were all taken. So we ended up wandering to the “Zum goldenen Adler” hotel and restaurant. They only had one option for cake, a crumble peach cheesecake; but boy, was it good. One could wander pretty much all of Prichsenstadt in much less than an hour, and apart from the main road through town there isn’t a whole lot to see, but it is a cute place and that cake would make a second visit well worth the drive.

Voted prettiest "wine view" in Franken in 2012.

Voted prettiest “wine view” in Franken in 2012.

From Prichsenstadt, we headed towards the town of Castell. We drove past Castell, up the hill near to it, and discovered by chance some really nice vineyards with gorgous views. We were excited to read a sign that had been erected that read, “Prettiest wine view in Franken, 2012” and felt like we had sort of hit the random day trip jackpot.

The entrance to Kreuzberg Monastery...and a beer garden!

The entrance to Kreuzberg Monastery…and a beer garden!

A few weekends later we did a day trip to Kreuzberg Monastery. Situated near the top of Kreuzberg mountain (3,045 ft high), the monastery still draws pilgrims and houses monks. But religion isn’t the only reason the hordes flock to Kreuzberg…they brew their own beer! Yes, what would any monastery be without its own brewery? (Probably thirsty.) According to Wikipedia, the beer was was brewed on site by the monks until about 1992, and is today brewed by laypersons under the supervision of the monks. Three different beers (Dunkel, Pilsner and Hefe-Weizen) are produced year-round, and a fourth (Weihnachts-Bock) is available during the Christmas season. I would like very much to taste their Weihnachts-Bock as I’m a big fan of bock beer in general, but we were also really impressed with the two bottles of pilsner we took home.

The path to the top of Kreuzberg Mountain.

The path to the top of Kreuzberg Mountain.

The Mr. and I weren’t quite so prepared for just how crowded Kreuzberg Monastery would be, nor how touristy. A large beer garden serves, well, beer, but also traditional Franconian cuisine. Stalls are located around the grounds selling hats, flags and other souvenirs. A short walk away from the monastery, however, puts one back in touch with nature, and, if you choose the more roundabout route as we had to with a stroller, hardly any other people. We made our way up to the top of the Kreuzberg mountain, where we enjoyed the beautiful outlook onto the Rhön valley.


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The New Rock Star in Town

I’m not sure whether this is a uniquely German phenomenon, or whether it would be true in other countries, as well, but having a small baby in Germany is a little bit like having your own rock star in the family.

You see, the Mr. and I have noticed that whenever the GABOJ comes out of his stroller in public, an audible wave of cooing and gooing over him begins. It happens a little less often when we’re in the city center, but if we’re in our neighborhood in the bakery, the grocery store or a restaurant, all we have to do to wow the crowd is whip our little guy out. And the patrons of the hotel we stayed at in Meersburg, the Terrassenhotel Weißhaar (“white hair), actually were mostly 60+ in age, so the GABOJ was the hit of the place. The morning waitress in the restaurant couldn’t get enough of him, and actually looked depressed one morning when the Mr. came down for breakfast on his own while the little guy and I slept in.

Families in Germany tend to be small, an average of 1.3 kids according to a quick Google search, so I guess that may have something to do with it. But the Mr. and I have found it so interesting that we now have a way to charm perfect strangers.

We’re a little biased, but we can see where they’re coming from. He is pretty darn cute.


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A Long Weekend in Lake Constance


View from our balcony at the Terrassanhotel Weißhaar

Last month, the Mr. and I embarked on our first little vacation with the GABOJ. Since our normal spring vacation wasn’t possible due to the GABOJ’s birth and my health problems that followed, we missed out on doing bigger trip this year. Still, after having been cooped up in the flat for so long, even a shorter trip for just a few nights over a long weekend sounded great.

We wanted to pick somewhere that would only mean a few hours of driving at most. We weren’t sure how well the GABOJ would take to his car seat for an extended trip, and it also sounded too tiring to try to go any further by car than 2 or 3 hours. So we decided on a trip to Lake Constance.


The town of Meersburg on Lake Constance

The Mr. had visited the area some years ago, but it was the first trip there for me. We stayed in the town of Meersburg, which looked really nice from the photos we saw online. We weren’t disappointed. Meersburg is a lovely, very atmospheric little town with a castle perched up high and a very strollable promenade along the harbor.

On the late afternoon that we arrived in town (because we didn’t even get out of the house until the afternoon!), we walked from our hotel high up on the hill on the edge of town down into the center. We had originally wanted to stay right in the heart of town on the lake, but had a tough time finding any last-minute vacancies as we put off booking anything until we were fairly certain the trip would be able to go ahead as planned. We ended up liking the Terrassanhotel Weißhaar (“white hair) as it was quiet, and the restaurant boasted fantastic views out towards the lake, but we were on the third floor and that meant a lot of trips up and down the stairs with all of our stuff and no elevator.


The promenade in Meersburg

Some rained moved in that evening and then cleared up, creating some really dramatic lighting on the promenade as we ate dinner.

The next day, sadly, the rain had moved back in. We decided (perhaps foolishly, given the weather) to check out a lake dwelling museum about a twenty-minute drive away from Meersburg. I had always dreamed of visiting this place when I lived in Scotland, but it never happened. So I was super pumped to find out that a similar museum was at Lake Constance, and only a short drive away from where we were staying.


The lake dwelling museum at Unteruhldingen

The museum was really interesting. Over 100 lake dwelling villages were discovered in Lake Constance, and from these, the late Bronze Age village of Unteruhldingen was reconstructed into the lake dwelling museum. After a short introduction to the site in German, you were free to wander around the site. Some buildings were kept locked and only opened up when a member of staff was available. They demonstrated how objects were used, or talked about the living conditions on the lake. Most of the signage was in German (as well, of course, any presentations from the staff) but I was pleased to find some information on some signs in English, as well. There was actually quite a bit to see and read, but the weather was absolutely dismal (cold and wet – a real “Scottish” day!) and we had the GABOJ with us, so we only spent a couple of hours at the site. Towards the end of our visit the sun did start to make an appearance, but we were cold and wet and getting hungry.

The Mainau "flower" Island

The Mainau “flower” Island

The next day we took a ferry over to the Mainau Island, a privately owned island that has been turned into a garden paradise tourist attraction known as the “flower island.” Again, our day started off gray and chilly, and I was a bit bummed that we didn’t have nicer conditions for me to get better shots of the gorgeous flowers covering the island from top to bottom. As the day wore on, however, we got lucky and ended up having some glorious sunshine that really brought the flowers to life.



On our last day at Lake Constance, we spent a little more time in Meersburg in the morning before we packed up and made a final stop in the town of Überlingen on our way home. After finding parking, we made our was to the harbor area and discovered another lovely promenade where we managed to find a spot for a late lunch.

All in all, although we found traveling with the GABOJ in tow far more tiring than a vacation used to be, we felt like the trip was a success and enjoyed our time away. We learned some important things, too. Like an elevator, if at all possible, is a great idea, but having to get to breakfast at a certain time looking relatively decent is not so much if you’re tired and actually want to sleep in a bit. We’re thinking of perhaps doing a bigger trip somewhere later this summer, so if that happens, I think we now have a bit more confidence that we’ll survive it and might actually have fun 😉

Looking down from the castle gardens in Meersburg

Looking down from the castle gardens in Meersburg

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Würzburg im Frühling

After a seemingly unending winter that was very cold and snowy, spring weather is starting to make an appearance in Würzburg. Pretty much every season is this little Bavarian city is pretty, but during the spring the gardens of the Würzburg Residence really shine.


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