Chocolate, Fries, and Waffles too!

What else is Belgium known for other than their fries (They are NOT French by the way), amazing chocolates, and their delicious waffles?!?

While in Belgium we stayed with some of Ashley’s family in the center of town. They had a lovely home that they opened their doors to and welcomed all of us into for the weekend. We woke up to a full fledged breakfast, great conversation, and laid out plans of touring us around the city for the day.

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We ventured out into the city and had a personal guided walking tour from our hosts. They took us down the city streets getting samples from the thousands of chocolatiers and taking us to try the best hot chocolate you will ever have in your life. They offered to take us there with “Do you like hot chocolate? Well good, than this will ruin all other hot chocolate forever.” That it did.

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The creamiest, most delicious hot chocolate ever. I HAD TO buy a container to bring home. I will be hoarding it and rationing portions so don’t get any ideas.

After our chocolate tour we ventured off to see “The Peeing Boy”. He has a different name in French, but it means the same thing so you get it. Legend has it that there was a boy who peed on the igniter of a bomb during one of the invasions or wars way back when and saved the entire city of Brussels. Therefore, they made a fountain of him. Can you guess where the water comes out?

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They dress him up every week or even more frequently than that. I truly cannot remember. If you Google the statue you will see it in all of it’s millions of outfits it goes through.

Then it was time for Fries! We were blessed to get the “HolyFries” (we deemed them that) since they were from the stand outside of the church. They have all different sauces that you can dip them into but it seems that the favorite of the Belgian is mayo. I hate mayo, but let me tell you, it’s good on those fries. We also tried samarai sauce, and some spicy sauce, as well as plain ol’ ketchup. For some reason, our hosts told us, Belgium cannot make things spicy. Their’ hot is our mild, or non existent spiciness.

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We walked the city streets, took a clear elevator up to the top of a building, then took the metro to the city arches. They are made after the Arch de Triumph in Paris.
Attached to the arches was a superbly cool history museum. They had all types of things from WWII and other military paraphernalia. They even had a giant hangar full of planes, helicopters, and fighter jets. They stuffed it full with everything you can imagine. It was like the Air and Space Museum in D.C.

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We walked up 19 flights of stairs (all spiral) to the top of the arches and looked over the city of Brussels. What a cool day.

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The two pictures below show a house that is right around the corner from where we stayed. On the  ground in front of the door is a golden plate. An artist in Europe goes around finding the history of different Jewish people and researching their stories. The woman whose name is on the plate was living in this house during the holocaust, hiding. She was found, and ended up dying in Auschwitz. The artist does this around Europe, telling people’s stories who would have other wise never been told. It was pretty heavy on the heart to walk past this place. Can you even imagine? What an awesome artist.

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We headed back to the house after that to freshen up and rest up for a full night ahead. Friends of our hosts were hosting a barbecue at their house outside of the city and invited all of us to attend. All in attendance were American. We took the Metro to the end of the line and the gracious hosts came to pick us up. Unfortunately we had 7 people to fit into a car made for 5 so two of us had to volunteer to climb into the trunk. Yep, yours truly was one of them!
It was a very cramped and bumpy ride. I hit my head on the ceiling and glass window multiple times over bumps and I am pretty sure that I lost all feeling in my left side for a little while. Ha! It was an adventure!

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When we arrived at the party I thought that we had stepped into Home and Garden magazine. The house, lawn, and decorations were beautiful. IT was all decorated for the fourth of July so it felt like we were celebrating a week early. Just without the fireworks.

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The night was lovely, fun, and delicious. Everyone was extremely welcoming to us and so very kind. We felt right at home and relaxingly comfortable. We even roasted S’mores in the fire outside. How very American of us!

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After dinner and conversation we jumped back into the car (not in the trunk this time) back to the metro and made our way through downtown. We stopped at a local hot spot bar that was in the Guinness Book of World Records some time ago for having 2004 beers on tap. Holy cow! This place, Delirium, was bumpin’. You could completely tell that the legal drinking age was only 16 as everyone around us seemed to look like little siblings to me.

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We geared up back at the house after that, sent mom to bed (Where I TRULY wanted to be) talked to my husband for five minutes over FaceTime (whom I am missing, terribly!)  before my phone call was sabotaged, and then headed back out to get a taste of the night life in Brussels.

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We danced the night away at one place where the music and people watching were truly hilarious. Every song was a 90’s American song (I wanna dance with somebody, Queen, Bon Jovi, and even Ghostbusters) that every single local in the place knew the words to. It made for an extremely good time. Another fun thing about Europeans is that they could care less what they look like to anyone else around them. They dance their heart out and love every minute of it. I loved it. I did not love it anymore when it was 3:30, my feet and hands were swollen like I was 9 months pregnant, and I was dripping in sweat from no air conditioning. I gladly crawled into bed at 4:30am (This was torture) and I didn’t wake up until 10:30am the next morning.

Sunday was full of another wonderful breakfast. These American really know how to host.
All the party goers from the night before were pooped out and not having any kind of action for the day. I got ready to head out and Mom, Jennie our host, and I ventured through the city streets again in search of Belgian chocolates to bring home to our loved ones.

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I am so happy that we ventured out. We were able to see the local street festival that had started that morning and see the bustling business of the city. People were everywhere. There were tents set up with arts and crafts for kids, games to play, things to buy, and everything else that you can imagine. Oh yes, balloons. There were a ton of balloons EVERYWHERE!

We went in and out of the shops sampling the worlds best chocolate. No, I have not been around the world, but this chocolate is on an entirely different level than anything else that I have experienced in my life. It melts in your mouth guys. Literally, it’s melting in your mouth chocolate. You have to experience this for yourselves!

After a couple of hours we decided to head back to the house. Then Jennie, our host, remembered we hadn’t tried a true Belgian waffle yet and told us to stuff it down our throats even if we weren’t hungry.

You can get these waffles covered in fruit, Nutella, whipped cream, and everything else. But Jennie told us that the very best way is to get it plain and savor every morsel because the true taste of a Belgian waffle needed nothing else to compliment it. She was right. Oh sweet heaven, these things are good.

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Forget any waffle you have had in your life. These things are moist, sweet, and delicious. I would eat them every day if I lived here. They are that good!

Go to Belgium guys. There is so much to look forward to on your trip!

S’il Vous Plait, Can We Stay?

Friday we woke up in Paris, I believe mom had to shake me awake quite hard to get me up. This past week has been exhausting, but oh so fun, and I think that it is finally starting to hit me.

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We took the subway to the Louvre. This is the best thing ever. When you get off of the metro you are in the underground mall that is connecting to the Louvre. From there you can walk right into the underground tundra where you buy your tickets and you are in the Louvre. This saves you copious amounts of time from standing outside in the hot sun up stairs waiting to get through the security medal detectors just to get downstairs and then you have to wait in the ticket line to go in. Just an FYI for all you fellow/future Paris visitors. Glad to help you out ;)

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The Louvre is awesome. Holy cannoli there is so much to see and do. Someone told us a statistic that if you spend 2 minutes at every little thing in the it would take you 2 years to get through it.

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We knew what we wanted to see and were in and out in 2 hours, much better than 2 years.

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We met a woman on the way, from Michigan and traveling on her own, who walked around with us. It’s funny how different your mind sets are when you are traveling as opposed to your every day life back home. You make friends so quickly out on the road. Also, a few people that we have met here that are Americans are here traveling Europe by themselves for 2 months or more. They are the friendliest, wanting and needing someone to talk to.

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We saw Mona Lisa, pretty cool to be able to say that I saw it. As well as Michelangelo’s sculptures and Napoleons jewels. Amazing, is all that I can rally give you to describe it. This place is overwhelming to say the least but in such a good and cool way. All that I kept thinking throughout it was how much Rob would enjoy it. Not that he loves art, but he LOVES history.

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Can I have just ONE of those diamonds, Uh…hello!

You can get lost In this ridiculously big building, we still did and we had maps to guide us. We learned that some of the Parisians are not the friendliest or most helpful. But We finally made our way out and were on our way to the Arc de Triomphe.

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I felt like I was in a movie. All of the cars whizzing by around the circle in every direction. I really don’t understand how there are not a billion accidents here every minute. There is no rhyme or reason to the driving around the circle. This would not make it very long in America. Ha!

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We ate along the Champs-Élysées, real French onion soup I might add. It’s very good in France, but the broth is also different than what we make in the U.S. Along with it, they gave us cumin infused bread to go along with it. It. Was. Gross. I told mom that I had the taste of chili in my mouth while I was chewing the bread. Really weird .
After lunch, we strolled up and down the street shopping. Let’s be real, we couldn’t afford anything on this street. Window shopping was done at least!

We grabbed a metro train back to the 3rd district where we had stayed the night and found some nice and affordable shops to get souvenirs at and then we were off to the train station to catch a ride to Brussels, Belgium.
When we got to the train station it was super strange. Everyone was standing around quieter than normal staring up at the boards. Every board is blank. As we weaved in and out of the crowds I kept saying to mom, something isn’t right. . . this is super strange. What in the world is happening?
Well it turns out, after witnessing and almost getting mauled, France doesn’t let you know the platform that your train will be on until 1 minute before it is scheduled to leave. Everyone stands and stares at the boards and as soon as it is put up, there is a stampede to the platform with suitcases flying everywhere and people getting pushed out of the way. It is crazy, and drove me nuts! Germany’ trains and their system are much more efficient and less stressful than France’s!

Lots of drama happened at the train station so our ride that was supposed to take only 2 hours instead took 5. We went all over the place, trains left late causing us to miss our next train and we FINALLY arrived in Brussels, Belgium at 10:30pm. I was over traveling.

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When we arrived in the center of downtown to meet Ashley and her friend Alex they informed us they had dinner reservations for us. Yes, the restaurants are hopping that late at night. We ate no other than. . . The Hard Rock Cafe! Guess what it was like?
You guessed it, like every other Hard Rock Cafe you have been to in your life.

Brussels was really pretty at night all lit up. This is the town square. People were everywhere drinking beer, wine, champagne, and having a picnic with games and food right there on the cobblestone street. Talk about a sore rear end!

Oui, Oui, Paris!

Hello and how are you, from Paris?

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Mom and I had a full travel day from Prague back to Weidlerbach, Germany on Wednesday. We were supposed to have a 7 hour bus ride back to Mannheim and then take trains the rest of the way. However after 3 hours, we made a stop in Neurnburg and I was car sick. We decided to go into the train station and jump on the first train we could find towards Kaiserslautern and get home in the same amount of time. Train travel is by far favored over car traveling any day.
We made it to Kaiserslautern and got stuck. The train we needed to Einseidlerhof decided to not show up. It was 10:00 at night, and we had no way of contacting Ashley. It was a fun 30 minutes until we finally turned on our cell phone roaming and made an expensive call to Ashley. She ventured over to us, after she had been waiting for us at the other station for forever, picked us up and we got back to her house around midnight. It was a LONG day!

Thursday, we were up and on a train to Paris by 7:01am. The first class seating in the train was very comfortable and we even got a small meal out of it on our 2 hour ride. We were on the high speed train so we went up to 320km. Everything was whizzing past as we rode throughout the country side.

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We arrived in Paris and met two different kind souls that helped us get our directional bearings and point us to where we wanted to go. Then we took the subway to Notre Dame for our first sight seeing adventure.

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It. Was. Gorgeous.

I compared it a lot to the cathedral that I saw in Metz, France last week. The same intricate carvings were all over the place and the beauty was astounding. Notre Dame, however, was on a much, much, much grander scale. It was gigantic!

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We walked into the church and could not believe how huge it was. They actually had hallways in there and tiny rooms off to the side that they had built. That was only the first floor of the building. What a beautiful sight it was!

We walked throughout it for a while admiring the stain glass in all of the windows and the gigantic paintings that hung throughout. There are many statues in the church as well with signs telling you who made them and who the statue was.

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After Notre Dame we crossed over the bridge to the connecting island and found a French bistro to eat at. I am pretty sure that we were in the movie Ratatouille when at this bistro. The waiters were dressed in their black and white long sleeves and pants with a bow tie and a towel draped over their arms. It was surreal.

We sat outside on the streets of Paris and ate our delicious lunch. I think that I still some what cannot believe it.

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After lunch we walked the island and then over the lock bridge, which was insanely full of locks by the way, to the Latin Quarter and along the river to the Louvre. We even saw the Eiffel Tower on the way in the distance.

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This city is highly packed with tourists from every country and nation that you can imagine. People are everywhere, as well as street vendors all selling the same exact things, such as selfie sticks, right next to each other along the streets.

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The Louvre building was HUGE! It went on for forever!

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This is my “What the heck I am at the Louvre?!?” face that I sent to Rob.

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There is so much to see and do in Paris and so much rich history. We knew that with only a day and a half in the city we could not do it all. Instead, once we met up with Ashley and her friend who had driven to Paris to meet us, we decided to take a boat cruise down the river to see all that we could see. We took it the entire way up and back down the river, seeing the miniature Statue of Liberty that they have, and got off at the Eiffel Tower.

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Guys, I stood under the Eiffel Tower. I am in awe and disbelief. When talking to Rob on the phone I said ” I saw THE REAL Eiffel Tower today, not the one in Las Vegas on top of a hotel but THE REAL one!” Haha

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Crazy crazy!

People are scattered everywhere under and around the tower. There are street vendors all over the place selling wine, flowers, beer, and whatever else you can imagine to have a romantic experience under the Eiffel Tower in Paris. Umm Rob, I’m going to need you here to get the full effect, k? :)

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We met a sweet American couple at the Eiffel Tower and their adorable baby girl, that you know I took to right away, and we helped each other navigate our way back to our hotels using the subway system.

We ate dinner down the street at 11:00pm and enjoyed every bite. We were ravished and man oh man was it good! Then we hit the sack, quite hard let me tell you, and we’re all out pretty quickly after a long fun-filled day.

Paris is beautiful, I most definitely want to come back here one day and see more of what it has to offer. However, I think that I fell more in love with city of Prague. They are both lovely, and the fact that I am able to say that last sentence is utterly ridiculous, but Prague is a more naturally historic beauty. It isn’t a rich city, or in a rich country for that matter, like Paris is. It has its run down parts but the city itself is gorgeous.

I mean do I really need to pick a favorite? I guess I will just have to come back and visit them all again to decide…

Praha, You are Beautiful!

Tuesday began BRIGHT and EARLY with grabbing our bus to Prague at 7:15am

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We traveled on a nice double decker charter bus complete with chargers at every seat and wifi on board for around 4 hours.

The bus ride went quickly due to it being so early in the morning and us sleeping most of the way.

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When we arrived it was raining and freezing outside. We headed indoors into the train station to figure out a plan of attack to see all that Prague had to offer us and to exchange our Euros for Czech and crowns.

Figuring out their money system was an ordeal in itself. Once we actually figured out the conversion rate it got a little easier to know how much money we were actually spending on things. Example: Dinner was 1043 czech, expensive right?

Once we stashed away our backpacks into lockers once again we stepped outside with our umbrellas up and map out trying to find our way around. We wandered up the streets and found some beautiful sights that led us right to the city square that was fully alive with toursists and locals.

The rain was spotty, pouring and stopping over and over all day long. Pretty much like our Florida afternoon rain showers.

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After lunch, at a very fancy restaurant complete with a complimentary glass of champagne, we wandered through some shops and then decided to be tacky tourists again and hop on a tour of the city. These tours really are a great way to see the city.

The bus portion of the tour ride was quick. As the tour guide would tell you what you were seeing and looking at, we would have laready whizzed by it. Luckily, we were not on the us for too long before we made it to Prague Palace and hopped off the bus to see the magnificent fortress that it was.

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Prague Palace is huge!

I don’t know the square footage of the palace walls but I do know that we seemed to walk through doorway after doorway and didn’t even touch the entire thing. There was courtyard after courtyard we walked through as well as two gigantic church’s right next to one another.

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Because every palace needs two church’s, right?

Prague Palace is where the president of Czech Republic resides. I can’t even begin to fathom living there. A lot nicer than the White House 😊

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Inside the walls of the palace the first church we came to was a gargantuan cathedral that was built in the 13th century.

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This one seemed bigger than the others that we have seen so far. Crazy to think that that was actually possible..

The palace church was beautiful with stained glass on every wall. Much of the stained glass told different stories out of the bible.

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The walking tour of Prague was very different with our guide speaking and translating the history into both English and Spanish for the people attending. It was a nice and small group of us on the tour, making it more personal. Two out of the other 5 people with us were from Miami, Fl of all places. Such a small small world we live in.

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The rest of the tour took us walking through the the rain down the hill back into Old Town Prague. The adventure had us cross the Charles Bridge which was built in the 14th century and is the oldest bridge in Prague.

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It is only a walking bridge now, no cars allowed, and it was bustling with people everywhere!

There are many statues along the bridge, one being good luck if you touch a certain guys head on the statue. As well as the crucifixion of Christ and a statue of Christian suffering in prison.

Through Old Town we went seeing all of the tourist shops and hearing what all of the building once had been. The guide warned us of how expensive and over priced things were in this part of the city and kept us walking through.

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In the town square was the astronomical clock. At the top of each hour the clock windows open up and statues rotate looKing out the window along with a skeleton ringing a golden bell repeatedly. Strange, but very cool! We grabbed a drink and sat to watch the clock go off at 6pm.

We wandered for a while once the tour was done, getting a snack to eat, and going up and down the streets. Once it was time to find our way back to the train station it seemed to literally be impossible. The streets did not make any sense what so ever and would repeatedly end in dead ends and turns taking you no where that you wanted to be. It was extremely exhausting at the end of a long day where our feet hurt and we were tired already.

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Finally we made it make to the main circle of town and decided to find a hotel room there for the night instead of walking to the opposite side of the city to ours. Luckily it wasn’t paid for just yet.

After finding our bags at the train station and walking back to the hotel, we were done. It was 8:00pm and we were tired, but still hungry.

Funny story: when we dropped our bags down in the room, we could not get any of the electricity to work for us. I was beyond frustrated that there were no lights working and was about to go to the front desk to let them know when I saw a big plastic box on the wall next to the door. Evidently you have to slide your hotel room card into it and the electricity then turns on. Funny funny. Oh Americans!

We finally ventured out into the city, literally 10 feet from our hotel, and found an “authentic Czech” restaurant. It looked like a tavern and the wait staff was extremely friendly and inviting. The dinner was absolutely delicious with mom ordering the goulash and I ate the lamb knee. Mmmm mmmm good! We were very happy with our restaurant choice of the night and completely enjoyed ourselves. I think it was one of our best dining experiences yet.

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Fun tid bit of the day: For as long as I can remember my father has always said “Nastrovia” when he took a sip of a drink. He said it was from his Polish side and we would laugh or roll or eyes when hearing it. When we were at dinner in Prague, the waiter brought us our drinks and said “Nastrovi” and I could not stop laughing. Full circle, people. It’s the little things!

The next morning we walked the streets of Prague shopping and seeing some sights around the hotel.

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Then we hopped on a bus and headed out of town…..

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Prague most definitely stole my heart.

I cannot wait to go back!

Next Stop, Munich! 

Here I am on this rainy and cold Monday morning navigating the tracks of Germany on the Eurorail.

We were up bright and early today to catch our first train out of the local train station to find adventure in Munich, Germany.

As I sit here starting this I am in a first class seat on a high speed train traveling through the countryside. I have to admit, It is pretty great.

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Roomy and cushy reclining seats, outlets to charge your electronics, grand windows to look out of and see the beauty of this land, and attendants offering me coffee, pretzels, and the newspaper whenever I wish. Now this, is the way to travel.

Mom and I finally, after an hour or so at a train station, figured out the train schedule and learned how to read the train maps. It’s not so easy, let me tell you. We are officially on a two hour train ride on our way to Munich (Munchen) to see more of Germany and make our way to the Czech Republic to visit the city of Prague.

Munich is a city that reminded me much of New York City with buildings and people everywhere, a city.

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It is busy with people both tourists and locals alike, with a mission to be somewhere or see something at every moment of the day.

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I noticed right away how many tourists were in this city of Germany unlike any other city we have been to this far. Many people travel here to see the sites and drink at the Biergarten’s in the beer capital of the country.

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Once we finally stowed away our backpacks at the train station and stepped out into Munich.

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When looking at the map and seeing where all I of the sites were around the city that we wanted to see, as well as how widely spread out they were, we decided to do the tacky tourist thing and jump in a “hop on, hop off” tour bus.

It was the best decision that we could make.

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the bus took us around the city first stopping in a busy town square where we hopped off to find something to eat. We ate at a local street cafe where all of the chairs and tables were set up in row to face the same direction. It was oddly strange, but perfect for people watching and taking in the city sites.

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The waitress thankfully spoke English and was able to describe to us some of the menu items, since ALL of it was in German.

It was quite funny when she did not know the English word for goat and tried very hard to describe the animal to us complete with hand motions and sound effects. Comical to say the least!!

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Once we walked around the town square and took pictures in the garden, we hopped on the bus again to be taken to a different city square to do some shopping and take a picture under the Schneider restaurant sign. For those of you in the dark, Schneider is my mothers maiden name and our proud German/Austrian heritage. We had a pretty good time in this shopping district making our rounds around the square.

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On our tour of Munich, we were able to see the BMW museum where cars and manufactured and purchased from visitors personally coming to Munich to shop for the specific car that they want. Can you imagine traveling to a different country just to pick out your car? That is ridiculously crazy to me!

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The BMW tall building is made to represent a cars engine

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The other site that we saw, across the street from the BMW museum was Olympia Park, where the summer Olympic Games were held in the 70’s.

Fun fact: After WWII, the people of Munich took all of the rubble from inside of the city from buildings that were destroyed and piled them up in this field outside of the cit 200 meters high. When they learned that they were to be hosting the games, they decided to use this field, and the rubble, to build the stadium that they were held in.

The last sight to see that was pretty jaw dropping, was that of the Schloss Nymphenburg. This was their summer home.

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Um, hello? They lived here only TWO MONTHS out of the entire year.

If that wasn’t enough, they didn’t have enough room in their home, yea right, to fit all of their guests so they needed to add on and build all of these house around the other side of the circle on property that that are bigger than your average sized house. We didn’t have time to go inside and explore but I took a quick peek outside the back window to see the garden view.
Huge! There were many locals running through the property and in the gardens. What a cool place to run, right?

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Once we checked into our hotel room, that had 4 twin sized beds in it, we were out the door for dinner later on that evening. We scouted around for a close enough Biergarten and at like the locals did. The entire menu was blood sausages, liver, kidneys, jellied beef, and other delicious sounding foods. We actually found a couple of things normal and found them to be absolutely delicious!

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We even indulged in the local beer. Which by the way you can get a liter of for only .55 Euros. Rob was flabbergasted when I told him that factoid! Dinner was delicious, as was the dessert (another cream puff). We have gotten really lucky and blessed with such good meals and great days so far.

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I am so very excited for all that is still to come.

Back to France We Go!

So that whole sleeping thing, I guess it’s for the birds because I haven’t been doing much of it lately.

I live on espresso here it seems. But you know that I don’t mind a bit :)

Sunday we woke up with the plan to go to Strasbourg, France.

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       It. Was. Beautiful.

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The drive there was 2 hours and the GPS lovingly took us on back roads the entire way which were absolutely beautiful through little villages that were all so very different.

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To be real, I only saw an hours ride worth of this beautiful scenery that I am talking about. I passed out about half way through. Sleeping is for the birds, however, I obviously am needing more of it.

When I woke up we were in Strasbourg.

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The city of Strasbourg is located on the RHein river. The river is actually all around the city which makes it stunningly beautiful.

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As we got out of the car and walked along the river I felt as though I had stepped back into time.  I am pretty sure that I was in the village that Belle lived in Beauty and the Beast. (I have referred to the movie twice now, I know. Can you tell it was a favorite Disney movie of mine?)

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But really, the architecture was so different than what we have seen in Germany. It was different from what I had seen in Metz, France as well. Another thing I love about Europe.

We decided that the best way to see the city and learn more about it would be to take a boat tour down the river.

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We wore our headphones and were guided along the river slowly but surely learning a few things about the history of the town. I know that the ownership of the city went back and forth between Germany and France about 10,000 times.

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The history was a bit hit or miss with the French man doing his best to speak English. I know that someone back in time who had been in trouble for blasphemy was supposed to have his tongue cut out and then be beheaded later on. However, some kind ol’ soul saved him from that misery and simply beheaded him instead. Fun fact, right?

One neat part about the boat tour were the locks that we went into in order to continue down the river. I had never heard of them before and was fascinated by how quickly they filled the lock to lift us up to the height of the river and then emptied the lock to bring us back down. So crazy!

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You can see the different water levels in these pictures if you look at the wall.

The rest of the day was spend wandering around the town in search of things to eat. It was Sunday so MANY things were closed down and the town was not all the hustle and bustle as a big town should be.

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We finally decided on a little French bistro that had just opened up for dinner. When we walked in 10 minutes after they had opened at 5:00, they looked at us like we were nuts. Crazy Americans eating at a normal dinner hour! (To be fair, we had skipped lunch.)

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Dinner was the true French dining experience. The menu was short and to the point. Ashley got the Fish and chips, her friend Jamie ordered the roasted duck, with mom and I ordering the gigantic meat and cheese plate.

IT WAS SOOO GOOD!

Salami, brie, mozzarella, tomatoes, prosciutto, pesto, and roasted peppers scattered across our meat and cheese board. Along with the Friench bread that they brought to the table. . . it could not be beat!

But let’s not forget about the chocolate drizzled cream puff, caramel custard, and fruit sorbet that we had for dessert. Holy Yum!

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We wandered back through the streets trying to find our parking garage. However, this seemed to be quite the feat and we circled around a few times before actually arriving there.

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Thankfully we did though because the city of Strasburg came alive at night! Every street that we wandered down had live music outside with a crowd surrounding them. Each muscician was louder than the next and we even heard “Susie Q” being played in English on one street. Although it did have some dirty lyrics that I don’t remember it having in the original.

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Seeing the locals come out and dance the night away on the streets was a really neat experience. I am so glad that we got lost! We decided to join them in the dancing :)

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Anyone want to come and join us on this adventure all over Europe? I promise that you won’t regret it!v :)

Mom’s In Town!

Mom flew in to Frankfurt airport on Saturday afternoon.

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Needless to say, she was ridiculously excited to get here so I knew that she would be wanting to “Go, Go Go!”

Once we picked her up, the weather was pretty stinky so we drove to downtown Frankfurt in hopes of it clearing up a bit. It was not the greatest weather, and traffic was pretty standstill for a Saturday so we high-tailed it out of there and headed to Mannheim instead.

Ashley had never been to Mannheim just like the two of us so it was a fun new experience for all.

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We walked around through the town to an old palace that was converted into the University of Mannheim. It was quite beautiful, and HUGE, to see.

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We found another grand cathedral as well, that was beautiful!

It was really neat to be able to see how  different the architecture was from the cathedral that we saw in France on Friday.

This cathedral was colorful and FULL of statues and paintings, everywhere.

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I enjoyed seeing mom’s awe and wonderment of being in Germany as I have been the past few days. It was funny how much I knew about the country already and was able to pass on to her.

After an hour or two in Mannheim, Ashley decided we needed to head back to Heidelberg, where I saw the big castle, so that mom was able to get a taste of it as well. We also wanted some yummy German food for mom to experience so a big city would give us just that!

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Heidelberg was as beautiful as it was on Thursday. I was so happy to be able to go back and experience the city that I had quickly fallen for last week. Since it was a Saturday a lot more was open around the castle. Gift shops GALORE and lots more history to learn about!

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After the castle we were hungry! A Biergarten it was for our dining pleasure and mom’s first authentic German meal!

The Biergarten was a very cool experience. It felt like we were almost in Gaston’s tavern from Beauty and the Beast. They brew their own beer there so you know that we had to take advantage and get the full experience.

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I ordered a wheat beer, which to be honest tasted like a wheat beer, and mom ordered a Hefeweizen  “shandy”. Their shandy here is whichever type of beer that you choose mixed with “lemonade”. Fun fact: “Lemonade” here is simply lemon lime soda. ha!

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It was yummy!

I ordered the meatloaf that came with a pretzel and mom got the white chicken sausage with a pretzel. Ashley got fried ravioli. It’s amazing how what you think you order is COMPLETELY different from what actually arrives at the table. Their meatloaf is so very different from our meatloaf back in the states. Here it is a giant hotdog shaped in a “meatloaf” form. Funny huh? I only ate half since I am not a huge hotdog fan, although I am sure they are a lot healthier for you here than in the U.S. You beter believe I ate the entire pretzel though!

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It was delicious!

The entire Biergarten experience was really neat. One of mine, and mom’s, goals of the trip were met = Go to a Biergarten!

Now I want to go to 10,000 more!