When I was younger, my visions of Germany were composites of “The Sound of Music” (set in Austria) and stories my dad told of living there when he was five-years-old.
How wonderful it all seemed. Dirndls, music and daily farmers markets… oh my.
At the center of all these happy visions was Bonn, the town in which my father lived.
Unlike my globetrotting dad, my travels were restricted to the western side of the Atlantic. So, Germany only existed in my imagination.
Until recently, that is. (Duh-na-na-NA…)
A few weeks ago, I made my first hop across the pond, landing smack-dab in the middle of Deutschland.
Before setting into classes, I spent the first eight days traversing the countryside touring various cities with the other students. We began by venturing to Köln. But, after a couple days of learning about Roman architecture, we were ready to move one.
Fortunately, Bonn is perfect “daytrip distance” from Köln. This provided just enough time to explore my dad’s temporary childhood home while taking a breather from professor-guided walking tours.
I made the willing concession to spend my morning in Bonn touring another museum.
It wasn’t so bad, though. I made new friends…
After that, we were set loose on the city.
To my great delight, there is a all-day, everyday farmer’s market in the town square. I may have been a little more excited that my friends, especially when I saw the “Weiß Spargel.”
Naturally, it was all topped off with a public soccer viewing of the Germany and America games.
Some people were a little into it…
Others were just along for the hot athletes ride…
So, on a note of soccer victory and Vuvuzelas, my trip to Bonn was complete.
No, I didn’t see any well-coordinated troupes of singing children. No, the majority of people were clad in pants instead of lederhosen. Yes, it may have been a little different than I imagined.
But, that’s fine by me… I don’t like to get shown up by kids, anyway.