We are heading home today with hearts full of love and bellies full of Glühwein. Yesterday was spent wandering through the same markets in Munich we saw on our first day here. As we were about to leave one last night, I found tears in my eyes. I’m naturally an emotional person (73% feeling) but I hadn’t realized how much of an impact these markets made on my heart. Oh how I will miss gathering with other Germans for fellowship under sparkling Christmas light and for sips of warming Glühwein.
Every year around this time, I think a lot about what the season means to me. Christmas time is so different now as an adult than it was as a kid, and that is ok. I’ve learned that trying to hold on to the past, especially now that my dad is gone, just isn’t going to happen. So now figuring out what makes Christmas “Christmas” for me is essential to getting into the spirit of the season. My absolute favorite thing about Christmas time is the spirit of giving. As my husband can attest, I tend to cry a lot during Christmas time when I witness small acts of kindness and the generosity of Christmas. I don’t cry a lot, but the whole month of December I’m kind of a mess. 😂 The other thing about Christmas that really puts me in the mood of the season are Christmas markets. I try to go to Germany (or pretty much anywhere in Europe) every December if possible to get my fix of Bavarian Christmas markets which I have a kind of obsession with. I’m currently in Berlin, so this trip I’ve visited I think 4 or 5 Christmas markets with my dear friend @dontdreamjusttravel
who lives here. She’s been such an amazing tour guide, and I’m so thankful for my oldest friend (literally, been friends since we were 5). There’s nothing like some hot gluhwein and bratwurst smothered in mustard while warming your hands over a heat lamp to put you in the mood for some Christmas spirit! Agree?
🌙🎶 Tip for anyone going to Berchtesgaden—Use the DB website to look up bus routes. Google maps doesn’t list the routes or stops for their local bus system. It’s there, it just runs infrequently and I have no clue what it costs for short rides (most hotels/guest houses there will give you an unlimited transit card). I didn’t know about the bus system and ended up walking an hour up hill to get to my hotel, too stubborn to take a taxi. It was worth it to be able to see the views of the area, though. Gorgeous alpine mountains and an emerald river flowing alongside the road, with quaint old German-style homes peppering the landscape.
I think travelling humbles you as a person. It makes you feel smaller than you are... going somewhere foreign where you don’t know the language, the city, the people.. suddenly you feel tiny and very insignificant. Sometimes I feel like a child.. wandering wide-eyed, questioning everything, learning a new language, understanding different culture, different rules... and then I remember myself back home, dressed nicely, knowing the streets like the back of my hand, knowing the people, feeling confident, feeling big.
Honestly, sometimes it’s hard to feel small and insignificant, I think as humans we are always striving to be more confident in ourselves and travelling takes you away from that.
But there is something great in feeling small.. your openness to learn, how much you absorb, realizing how little you really know and the desire to want to learn more. About the world. About yourself. —
Didn’t think I’d find myself in Europe so soon but I guess life had different plans for me. Despite the cold and being sick, Germany has been a dream. Excited for the next few weeks of exploring this beautiful country! ✨
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Разравняв лицом гравийные дорожки потсдамской Александровки после скоростного велоспуска и продезинфицировав полученные повреждения водкой (!) с "Тройным" одеколоном (!!!) – спасибо местным смотрителям, – облепилась пластырями и покатила дальше.
Немецкий "поцелуй" русской колонии сохранила и отныне бережно ношу вместе с бонусными шрамами на подбородке 💋