You simply have not lived until you've eaten a bratwurst in Germany. In a blizzard. While unable to feel your fingers. And dancing to the sounds of jazzy Christmas music. Sooo good. It was heavenly.
We did make it to Germany on Christmas Day. We're hanging out with friends, keeping warm and watching the snow fall. Northern Germany is much different from France, and yet obviously European. We like it. A great place to visit. Too cold to live here though.
We're in Hamburg. Inhabitants of Hamburg are called Hamburgers. I told my wife that I wanted to take the camera out to snap a photo of a Hamburger eating a hamburger. I chuckled, she just shook her head. It's funny, really, it is.