I am woefully behind in chronicling our adventures here, but rest assured that the lack of posts does not mean a lack of adventure! 🙂 I’m going to start by rewinding back to our trip to Hannover and Hamburg. A good rule of thumb, for me, when catching up, is to start at the top and work my way down, and that’s exactly what starting in Hamburg is. The very top of the country (that I’ve been to, anyways)!
This was our first entirely train-based adventure, and honestly, I was pretty proud of myself for getting that all set up. Now that I’ve done it, though, I can honestly say that it is extremely easy and really not that much to write home about. I fancy myself a little bit of a travel agent these days (no disrespect intended to people who actually do this professionally!), and mastering the DB Bahn system was a small victory. We took the train from Aschaffenburg to Hannover on Friday night, and spent much of Saturday wandering around gardens and sculpture parks in Hannover. Saturday night, we took the train to Hamburg, where we stayed until Tuesday afternoon. You’ve already seen most of the best pictures of Hannover here, so I’m going to focus mostly on Hamburg now.
We arrived in Hamburg as a most blessed event took place: a warm front! Fantastic! Sunday, it was in the high 50s, and it felt verify-ably balmy. Having learned early on about the critical importance of pancakes, Mike had done his research and found a cute little pancake/breakfast joint in a decidedly non-touristy part of Hamburg (on the whole, Hamburg was not all that touristy anyway). The place reminded me a LOT of Java Jive in Atlanta, minus the antique appliances (trust me, the appliances are actually quite fun, and I can’t really imagine Java Jive without them, but Mamalicious was doing just fine without them). And then, to our surprise, our server who spoke perfect German to our ears revealed that he was from Minnesota after hearing us speak to each other in English… He’s lived in Germany for less time than we have, but you would never know that to hear him. Oh well…
Hamburg is really lovely, and I wouldn’t hesitate to go back there. Not only was it warm – something the rest of Germany held out on me for until only within the last week or 10 days – but it was a fun, proud place where people dress for fashion, not for practicality! Fabulous! (I wonder if this is a weather-related thing, though, but I haven’t really studied it too carefully yet.. I’ll get back to you!) Did you know that there are more canals in Hamburg than there are in Amsterdam AND Venice combined? I had no idea… As Germany’s 2nd largest (by population) city, it is also a city-state. And a very pretty one at that (I’m always partial to waterfronts)! It is one of the most livable cities, too. Mike and I talked about how livable it seemed, and it was afterwards that I read that it is actually ranked as one of the top 10 most livable cities (2010) in the world. I think it also bears mentioning that Hamburg usually only gets snow a couple of times each year due to the influence of the ocean. I’ve gotta tell you that I will be perfectly ok if I never see another snowflake (unless I am planning on engaging in skiing or related activities, in which case I am perfectly happy to travel to the snow, rather than it being in my area).
Our main *excuse* to go to Hamburg was that we had tickets to see the Killers there on Monday night. We didn’t take any pictures, but you will have to trust me that it was a great show! We had such a great time… Hamburg in general treated us to a really wonderful trip, but the concert was significantly better than I was expecting. The crowd stayed pretty high-energy all night, and it seems like Killers’ fans in Germany like some of their later music a little more than their fans in the U.S. The experience at the concert reminded me of a cultural difference I’ve been meaning to comment on: queuing behaviors. In many, many respects, I have found the stereotype to be true in a good way – Germans do tend to be organized and structured. However… all of this seems to fall by the way side when it comes to standing in lines. At the grocery store, things stay fairly ordered and “normal.” However… at a concession stand, for instance, or even at a Kasse (checkout) at a department store, all bets are off. Every time the person who is conducting the transaction is finished, it feels like a mad dash to see who can get to the front next.
Here’s a get-to-know-your-tour-guide tidbit to round out this post: one of my biggest pet peeves is people cutting in line (it is right up there with being interrupted and water on the bathroom floor). This has been a difficult adjustment. People cutting in line is one of the (VERY) few times that I’m really not conflict-averse and have been known to call people on it on multiple occasions. Fortunately (for me), I realized this was a cultural thing before I had the German language skills to tell someone to back off. (oh, can you imagine? I shudder…) In any case, buying some pizza called on my assertive-line-behavioral skills, but it also made me laugh. I’ve heard stories about throwing elbows at Legoland, so I know it isn’t just me being all sensitive to people breaking in front (fyi, I don’t just get annoyed when people break in front of me, it is strictly the violation of my assumed principles that is distressing to me; I have said something to people breaking in line in front of other people too, even when it didn’t impact me in the least).