Contradictio in Terminis

Sunday, Nov. 27th, was an interesting day. And really awesome, in the original sense of the word.
( Nürnberg, part 3 )

Thus ended our second day in Nürnberg.

PART 4

*A note about the sleeping arrangements: it was cold in Mark's flat. Hanna and I shared a fold-out couch in the living room. We had a duvet and one extra flannel blanket each, and I still ended up sleeping in two pairs of pants, three shirts, and a sweater - and I used my jacket as a pillow. This may be TMI, but for posterity's sake, I just want to note that I did not change my pants or my tank top/bra for four days. Underwear, yes, socks, yes, but I had only packed one pair of thermal tights, and I wore them religiously.

**Two words: GERMAN BREAD. During the first few months of my exchange, I was always curious as to why people from other European countries constantly criticized Dutch bread, which to my knowledge seemed pretty much like Canadian bread, and no real cause for such disparaging remarks. NOW I KNOW WHY. German bread is like edible magic. I don't even know why it's so good, just that it is. Hanna and I bought the cheapest bread we could find, from the cheapest German grocery store (Norma, in case anyone's wondering) and it was still so delicious that it was basically all we ate during our trip. (But Dutch cheese is still the best, though.)

I HAVE BEEN TO GERMANY!

Well, technically it's been a week since I was in Germany (and if you want to get reaaaally nitpicky about it, I've been in Germany once before, to visit Tante Freidl - but I was in grade four then, so that doesn't count for these purposes), but I'm just getting to the post now, because a) there's a lot to process and b) NO TIME OMG.

Let's start the journey!
( Nuremberg, part 1 )
PART 2

*He's also famous for writing the Mare Liberum, among other things, which formed the basis for international law. But he's most famous for the escape he orchestrated, involving his wife, a book chest, and a serving girl.