Our German Christmas

Once Paris finally got ahold of some de-icer and decided to let us fly, we hopped town and flew to Germany on Christmas day. There, we hung out with some wonderful hosts and friends, drank lots of Dr Pepper and Mountain Dew, and took in the sights and sounds of Hamburg.

The metro/train system seemed extremely efficient. And on time. And clean. Weird.
The streets and sidewalks were wide open, made for walking, and warm and inviting. We loved that the architecture; though much of it new, it had what we'd imagine to be the 'old German' feel.
Christmas was festive. Lights all over the place; markets with fabulous sausages, hot drinks, and candies abounded. Snow fell. And fell.
Old town was cool.
The port was icy. And foggy. Felt like a whole different time period out there. Or maybe just a different world.
Listening to everyone talk definitely sounded like a constant flow of random combinations of consonants. If it weren't for the cold and the language, it would be a pretty cool place to live. A great place to visit though, and we're glad we went and will remember our German Christmas!