The title says it all: basically, I love Germany in its entirety.
For the long weekend, four of us decided to take a trip to a different European country. One of the girls has a father who was in the Army and since there is a US army base in Munich, Germany we knew we would have a place to stay. What we did not know is that we would fall in love with the people country and its people. Funny thing about Germany is that pretty much EVERYTHING went wrong (Ill explain in a bit), but the magic of this country was that we were always so amazed with plan b that we could be seen smiling at (almost) all times.
When we booked our tickets we noticed that we had a 7 hour layover in Geneva, Switzerland. In our minds this was the most wonderful thing in the world, 7 hours to explore a country (from 12am- 6am...why this made sense in our minds I have no idea, but no pasa nada). When we arrived in Switzerland, they gave us swiss choloate as we walked off. I do not like chocolate, but decided "hey, when in rome...or geneva"....it was so wonderful! Since we were the last ones off the plane they pretty much crammed the remaining choloates (about 20 big sized ones) into our bags. We walked into the airport and realized, we cannot possibly do anything here tonight but why not ask anyways? Information desk workers awkwardly looked at us as we tried to find something to do (p.s. Switzerland has four national languages...English is kind of the fifth). We eventually realized that if we were in the US we would never assume exploring a city in the middle of the night was ridiculous (you could say we thought that anything is possible in Europe). After an extensive tour of the airports best sleep spots, we found a place in front of a watch shop in a secluded corner of the ground. Our backpacks served a dual purpose as pillows as we slept on the cold, hard tile. In total we probably got about one hour of sleep but we did not care, this is the magic of Europe (or the magic of college girls who have never traveled before, probably the latter). The next morning around 5 we got up, brushed our teeth and were ready for Germany!
The flight to Germany was wonderful, the prettiest sky, the nicest flight attendants ever (more free coca cola light? don't mind if I do). And then... it happened: I looked out the window and for miles was the greenest grass and cutest cottages (alliteration not intended). When we landed we went to Dachau (the oldest concentration camp from World War II). It was a truly humbling experience to walk where the prisoners walked and enter the buildings where they suffered. We saw a tour guide that spoke English so followed him around and he was so knowledgeable and respectful. It truly was a life changing and unforgettable experience. At the time it was raining and we were tired from little sleep so it definitely set the tone for the tour.
I feel as though this blog needs a short recess. Until tomorrow, hasta luego.
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