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Germany: My Second Home
It was truly an amazing feeling to be back in Germany for the first time since I left after my senior year abroad. All of my frustrations seemed to melt away as I crossed the border at Görlitz. For the first time in my life I was almost excited to get my passport checked just for the simple fact that I could use my German again. After a grueling 20 or so days on the road through eastern Europe, I knew it would be a welcome change to stay with family and friends for two weeks. I could finally get some much needed rest and forget about locking all of my things up, and starting from scratch every couple of days. I had booked a bed at Wombat's Hostel, one of Munich's top rated party hostels but I ended up just taking it easy. I was exhausted from a full day of travel and I honestly just needed a break from the craziness. As it turned out, I ended up with a free day in Munich. This was my third time in the city and I had seen most of the sights, so there was no real pressure to hoof it all over the city. I headed down to the Marienplatz where I ended up randomly joining onto "Lenny's Free Bike Tours." Believe it or not, it really was free (he accepts tips) even though it was certainly worth money. He was a certainly a funny and entertaining tour guide, but my favorite part of the trip was the 1 hour stop at a beer garden in the middle of the English Garden which is actually larger than New York's Central Park. Also worthy of note is the nudist section of the English Garden where our tour group met a famous local nicknamed "Tripod." If you still don't get the picture, lets just say his family must own stables! 
Having been in Munich several times before I was surprised to find out that I had overlooked the standing wave in the middle of the park that locals have been surfing since 1972. There was a line of surfers who would patiently wait their turn to hop on and shred as long as they could before being carried rapidly downstream. 
After a surprisingly decent nights sleep in the Munich airport I met my brother who had just arrived from Atlanta. I hadn't seen anyone in family since I left for Oxford and I couldn't have been more excited for this chance to show him how Germany really gets down. On the train to Appenweier on the border of Germany and France, I decided to score us a few beers to celebrate his arrival - we will conveniently overlook the fact that it was only 10:00 in the morning. 
Our main reason for traversing Germany all the way to Appenweier was to visit the Salenbachers, removed family on my mothers side. I say removed because it is technically true but when we are together, I feel just at home as I do in my own house. Although Günther had to work, Petra and their son Felix took us on a day trip to Gengenbach, Günthers home town. 
The Church of Saint Mary in Gengenbach was rebuilt in the 17th century and decorated in a romanesque style that was fashionable in that time period. During my travels I must have visited over 100 churches so I wasn't overly excited to visit this one but it turned out to be worthwhile. The frescos that cover the walls are truly amazing. 
Appenweier lies in the Schwarzwald (Black Forest) a region famous for its wine, ham, and other culinary delicacies but what most people don't realize is that these mountains that Germany is so famous for also extend across the French border albiet under another name, the Vosges. Günther suggested a day of hiking in the French countryside and Jonathan and I were loath to pass up this chance to venture back into France. It was a wonderfully beautiful day and the hike was just as nice. The real price of my free day in Munich and Lenny's Free Bike Tour was one less day hanging out with the Salenbachers. They are truly some of the most generous and wonderful people I know in the world. I would have loved to spend more time with them and if I could do everything again, I may have reduced the time I spent in adventuring around eastern Europe to spend more time with my German relatives and my friends from my year in Lage. 
Before heading up north to Lage, (where I lived for a year) we made a stop in Mosbach, where the Marmans live. Mosbach is famous for its Fachwerkhäuser (half-timbered houses) and its small town charm. Even though we only had 2 nights to spend in Mosbach we really relished the time we did have enjoying Christel and Dieters hospitality. From there it was finally time to head back to Lage! I had been looking forward to seeing my host family and friends again since the day I left in 2007, but weirdly enough, I hardly began to anticipate being back in my old home town until I was almost there. I remember waking up the day we were set to leave and thinking, "wow, it's so strange to think that I will actually be back in Lage in about 8 hours." It was such a trip to start seeing places I recognized as I passed through Warburg and Altenbecken on the way there. I guess it was just one of those things that is hard to really wrap your head around until it slaps you in the face, and that is exactly what happened when I arrived. 6 of my best friends (Sören, Jan, Nico, Niklas, Christian, and Thore) were waiting at the train station with a case of beer. They tried to scoop me off to party immediately but my host sister Regina and her boyfriend Anton were also there, and the first order of business was seeing the family that had done so much for me . Almost instantly I felt at home and that would be a feeling that wouldn't leave until I had to leave. Everything was just like old times from partying in Jan's cellar to skinny dipping in the local Freibad (outdoor swimming pool) and grilling out at 4:00 a.m. on the roof of my old school. I got to see almost everyone I really cared about and it was with a truly heavy heart that I left 7 days after my arrival - even if it was for Amsterdam!
I hate to admit it but this picture of Jonathan and Laura was the only picture I took during my stint in Lage worth posting. I was so busy having the time of my life that all of a sudden I didn't want to capture every moment but to live them instead. I guess it is fitting that the best times I had during the entire trip would also turn out to be the worst worst blog entry. In light of that, here a few photos from back when I lived there to make up for it.
Having been in Munich several times before I was surprised to find out that I had overlooked the standing wave in the middle of the park that locals have been surfing since 1972. There was a line of surfers who would patiently wait their turn to hop on and shred as long as they could before being carried rapidly downstream. 
After a surprisingly decent nights sleep in the Munich airport I met my brother who had just arrived from Atlanta. I hadn't seen anyone in family since I left for Oxford and I couldn't have been more excited for this chance to show him how Germany really gets down. On the train to Appenweier on the border of Germany and France, I decided to score us a few beers to celebrate his arrival - we will conveniently overlook the fact that it was only 10:00 in the morning. 
Our main reason for traversing Germany all the way to Appenweier was to visit the Salenbachers, removed family on my mothers side. I say removed because it is technically true but when we are together, I feel just at home as I do in my own house. Although Günther had to work, Petra and their son Felix took us on a day trip to Gengenbach, Günthers home town. 
The Church of Saint Mary in Gengenbach was rebuilt in the 17th century and decorated in a romanesque style that was fashionable in that time period. During my travels I must have visited over 100 churches so I wasn't overly excited to visit this one but it turned out to be worthwhile. The frescos that cover the walls are truly amazing. 
Appenweier lies in the Schwarzwald (Black Forest) a region famous for its wine, ham, and other culinary delicacies but what most people don't realize is that these mountains that Germany is so famous for also extend across the French border albiet under another name, the Vosges. Günther suggested a day of hiking in the French countryside and Jonathan and I were loath to pass up this chance to venture back into France. It was a wonderfully beautiful day and the hike was just as nice. The real price of my free day in Munich and Lenny's Free Bike Tour was one less day hanging out with the Salenbachers. They are truly some of the most generous and wonderful people I know in the world. I would have loved to spend more time with them and if I could do everything again, I may have reduced the time I spent in adventuring around eastern Europe to spend more time with my German relatives and my friends from my year in Lage. 
Before heading up north to Lage, (where I lived for a year) we made a stop in Mosbach, where the Marmans live. Mosbach is famous for its Fachwerkhäuser (half-timbered houses) and its small town charm. Even though we only had 2 nights to spend in Mosbach we really relished the time we did have enjoying Christel and Dieters hospitality. From there it was finally time to head back to Lage! I had been looking forward to seeing my host family and friends again since the day I left in 2007, but weirdly enough, I hardly began to anticipate being back in my old home town until I was almost there. I remember waking up the day we were set to leave and thinking, "wow, it's so strange to think that I will actually be back in Lage in about 8 hours." It was such a trip to start seeing places I recognized as I passed through Warburg and Altenbecken on the way there. I guess it was just one of those things that is hard to really wrap your head around until it slaps you in the face, and that is exactly what happened when I arrived. 6 of my best friends (Sören, Jan, Nico, Niklas, Christian, and Thore) were waiting at the train station with a case of beer. They tried to scoop me off to party immediately but my host sister Regina and her boyfriend Anton were also there, and the first order of business was seeing the family that had done so much for me . Almost instantly I felt at home and that would be a feeling that wouldn't leave until I had to leave. Everything was just like old times from partying in Jan's cellar to skinny dipping in the local Freibad (outdoor swimming pool) and grilling out at 4:00 a.m. on the roof of my old school. I got to see almost everyone I really cared about and it was with a truly heavy heart that I left 7 days after my arrival - even if it was for Amsterdam!
I hate to admit it but this picture of Jonathan and Laura was the only picture I took during my stint in Lage worth posting. I was so busy having the time of my life that all of a sudden I didn't want to capture every moment but to live them instead. I guess it is fitting that the best times I had during the entire trip would also turn out to be the worst worst blog entry. In light of that, here a few photos from back when I lived there to make up for it.
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