In the heart of the Forest

“I wonder why they call it the Black Forest?” I say aloud as we wound our way through the streets. It’s a Sunday- the day when everything is closed in…

Giving Great Advice

“Germans don’t have friends the way you do here,” Hannelore tells me as we sip our lemon ginger tea. “Here, you call someone a friend when you hardly speak to…

Breathing Through the Fear

By Day Two in Germany, I’ve already fallen in love with it. It’s beautiful here- chilly, yes, but the sun is nice and the neighbours are friendly. The town is…

Finding Berg Nanstein

Finding Berg Nanstein: an ode to being lost “It’s a girl’s day out!” we squealed in delight And dropped The Boy off ‘fore we drove out of sight. We had…

On shielded pigs and rhino perfume

To pick my friend up from the airport at Frankfurt-am-Main, Nick makes me drive. I’m not sure which is more exciting: seeing my friend for the first time in two…

The First Day in Germany

“In spite of everything, we made it to Germany!” That’s the first thing I thought when I wheeled my luggage cart, cat perched precariously on top, towards the Ausfahrt (exit)…

Jetlag

Jetlag By Megan After a long journey back to the USA from good old India, including a surprise layover in Germany (Surprise! I only ate two German pretzels, just two this…

Dresden Surprise

Dresden Surprise By Megan The train ride from Berlin to Dresden was a snap; we arrived at the station and followed our hand drawn map to a hostel that we…