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    • Ulm, Germany

      Posted at 2:00 PM by Brittany, on October 7, 2019

      One of my roommates is dating a German who lives one state over from Bavaria (where we live), in Baden-Württemberg. He lives in a town called Ulm, and my roommate often escapes here on her weekends to spend time with him. I have heard stories of this quaint town for months, and I finally managed to spend a night in Ulm after our roomie trip to Belgium. 

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      Ulm doesn’t draw a big crowd, which somewhat surprises me because the city is home to the Ulmer Münster, a beautiful church with the largest tower in the world. I suppose this would take a very specific search to discover, which is perhaps why few people know about it, but the 768 steps inside the tower lead to a beautiful view of the city.

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      Ulm hugs the Danube river, which is the second longest river in Europe, running through ten different countries. After we climbed the church tower, we walked along the river and I couldn’t help but think about what it would be like to ride my bike along this path through all ten countries.

      Apparently my roommates boyfriend knows someone who has attempted this, and the path eventually looses lackluster. 

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      We were lucky with the weather on this day, and after wandering the city for a bit we settled on the other side of the river, in Neu-Ulm for lunch. Neu-Ulm is actually in Bavaria, so we walked back and forth between two states eating lunch in one, and exploring another. The view from Neu-Ulm is what brought us to the other side.

      Also, can we talk about how creative Germans are with naming cities? Ulm…and Neu-Ulm. 

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      One of my favorite thing about Germany is the architecture of their houses. They look like gingerbread houses out of a fairytale. I often feel like I am back home in Washington here in Germany, but then I visit a town or an open field of green hills and am quickly reminded I am in fact in Germany.

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      Speaking of fairytale, the Fisherman’s Quarter in Ulm is a must see. It’s small, but mighty. I felt like I was in a scene out of Snow White walking around these streets. I got my first taste of fall in this area, when I stumbled upon a building with pumpkins next to it.

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      I am so glad this trip to Ulm worked out, I don’t know when I would have gone otherwise. I would certainly return, and I now see why my roommate loves spending her weekends here (aside from her boyfriend of course, who was kind enough to host us!) A worthy stop on any German road trip, and be sure to climb the church tower!

      Q: Would you climb the tower?

      brittany

      | 9 Comments Tagged Brittanys Life Abroad, Church, Europe, Germany, Ulm
    • Höllentalklamm

      Posted at 2:00 PM by Brittany, on October 3, 2019

      Although in my last post I mentioned I’ve been biking more than hiking lately, I still get out and hike once in a while. The mountains surrounding where I live in Garmisch are too amazing not to explore. I was lucky enough to have a day off with BOTH of my roommates a bit ago, and I convinced them to hike the Höllentalklamm with me.

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      There are two Klamm’s in Garmisch, the Höllentalklamm and the Partnachklamm, and I’ve now been to both. Klamm translates to a few words such as “clammy”, “damp”, and “gorge.” The Höllentalklamm is a gorge that is both damp AND clammy, which made this a great activity on a rainy day.

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      Backyard path towards the Klamm.

      Our end goal was the Höllentalangerhütte, which is a bit further than the end of the Klamm. The walk from where we live to the beginning of the Klamm is about 4.5 miles, and from the beginning of the Klamm to the Höllentalangerhütte it’s about 1.2 miles, so we walked 5.7 miles from where we live, through the Klamm area, to the Hütte.

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      The Höllentalklamm is a bit less crowded than the Partnachklamm, likely because it takes about an hour just to hike to the entrance. I didn’t mind this, because while I enjoy hiking with others around, I don’t enjoy an overly crowded path.

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      It was a light drizzle the day we went, but overall the weather was perfect. I prefer hiking in cooler temps because I tend to overheat easily. The Klamm itself was cool, but I enjoyed what came after the Klamm more. Hiking to and through the Klamm is good for families as it’s not too intense.

      It costs 5 euros to walk through, but if you wanted to skip the Klamm and visit just the Hütte there is an alternate route. 

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      We stopped for a moment to enjoy some lunch at the end of the Klamm before walking the remaining 45 minutes or so to the Hütte. The Hütte is a popular destination for those hiking the Zugspitze, Germanys tallest mountain. Hikers often do this hike in two days, stopping at a Hütte along the way for a night.

      I would love to stay in this Hütte just to explore the area! 

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      Lunch views.

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      After my roomies enjoyed a beer, and I enjoyed the view, we made our way back home. I couldn’t have asked for a better day off with two of my favorite girls. I enjoyed the Höllentalklamm a bit more than the Partnachklamm, but either one is a great choice for an adventure in Bavaria.

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      Q: Would you rather camp along the way on a multi day hike, or stay in a mountain hut? 

      brittany

      | 7 Comments Tagged Bavaria, Brittanys Life Abroad, Germany, Gorge, Hiking
    • Biking in Bavaria – Pt. 2

      Posted at 5:00 AM by Brittany, on September 30, 2019

      I’m halfway through my contract for my current job working in Germany, which has me thinking about what I will miss most when I no longer live in Bavaria. I still have plenty of time here, and there is the possibility to extend my time should I choose to do so, but for now I plan to leave here next April.

      There are many, MANY things I love about living here, but one of the main things I love are all of the BIKE PATHS!

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      My weekends quickly switched from: “where can I rush off to outside of Germany for two days,” to: “where can I ride my bike to for two days.” Trying to travel too much is a thing, and I quickly learned after a few months here that weekends need to be savored, even when living in Europe.

      Hiking seems to have taken a back seat to bike rides, but I’m just going with what feels right. 

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      My go to bike path the last few months has been towards a town called Farchant. Once I reach Farchant, the possibilities are endless for not only biking, but for hiking as well. It only takes about 25 minutes to bike to Farchant, and a few weeks ago I was wanting to explore further.

      I found a bike path that hugs the Loisach river and decided to follow it for a while.

      I ended up biking to a town called Eschenlohe, which is only about 11 miles away. I wanted to go further, but needed to be back to Garmisch for a movie night and started too late in the afternoon. I ended up biking for about four hours this day around Bavaria.

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      There is something magical about discovering new places on a bike. It’s less intimidating than hiking for me, because I am still nearby civilization should something go wrong, and I move quicker covering more ground in less time. Eschenlohe is a small and quaint town, similar to most towns in Bavaria.

      I first went into the town church, which is one of my favorite things to do in a new Bavarian town. 

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      The church was beautiful, as are all European churches, but that chandelier was what caught my eye first. I sat and savored the warm inviting ambiance before heading outside to enjoy my lunch by the river. I wish I’d had more time to explore, but I will return soon for this exact bike ride. Maybe next time I’ll get some gelato.

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      A few weeks later I embarked on another worth while bike ride (they’re all worth while, but some more memorable than others) in a similar direction, just a slightly different path. The bike paths here are like a labyrinth at times, and no two paths are the same. They might lead to the same destination, but they are all different.

      Sounds a bit like a life metaphor if you ask me…

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      While trying to find the same bike path I had ridden to get to Eschelohe, I made a wrong turn and found myself on a walking path. I didn’t realize it was a walking path until I came face to face with some locals enjoying their lunch and scratching their faces on the benches.

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      The brown cow has the most beautiful colors, and was blocking the path with two of her friends. Admittedly I was intimidated by those three ladies, and one of them was walking towards me quite briskly. I went out of my way to go around them, as I felt slight PTSD from my time in Yellowstone when hiking near Bison.

      These cows could have cared less that I was there, but I gave them space nonetheless.

      It won’t be long before these cows are no longer on the hiking paths enjoying grass and saying hello to the passersby. The weather is changing and these big beauties will soon return to their barns where it’s much warmer during the cold winter months. I will miss hearing their bells rinding through the hills of the mountains.

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      I eventually found the path I was looking for, after a 40 minute detour. It was no bother though, as I mentioned above I enjoy discovering new paths by bike. I also now look closer for the “no bike zone” signs so I don’t make the same mistake as I did on this adventure. Makes sense now why some of the German walkers were giving me weird looks as I attempted to ride my bike up a decently steep hill.

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      These calm weekend bike rides quickly became one of my favorite things to do in Bavaria, and are a great recharge after a long work week. Thankfully I don’t have to think about my weeks without these paths for a while. If there is anything that could keep me longer in Germany, these bike paths are at the top of the list.

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      Q: Would you leave your life behind wherever you are, and move to a different country for a while?

      brittany

      | 21 Comments Tagged Bavaria, Bike Path, Biking, Brittanys Life Abroad, Cow's, Germany, Mountain Cow
    • Schloss Neuschwanstein

      Posted at 5:00 AM by Brittany, on September 23, 2019

      A couple of years ago, I was browsing articles online and stumbled onto an article about a castle in Germany called Neuschwanstein. I was immediately struck by this castle, or “Schloss” in German, because this was one of the inspirations for Walt Disney when designing the iconic Cinderella castle.

      Germany was never on my radar back then, but I added it to my list of “must see places” because I love me anything Disney.

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      Fast forward to my current life in Germany, and not only do I live close to Neuschwanstein, but the hotel I work for has organized tours multiple times a week. The tour is an all day adventure, and for guests the tour costs $50. For employees, if we’re lucky enough to snag a spot on the bus (when the tour isn’t full) we can go on the tour for $17.

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      It took me over six months to finally snag a spot on the bus, but the day I went was absolutely perfect. The weather was ideal, and I was happy I waited. The tour starts at 8:30 sharp, and the morning of the tour I made my way down to the hotel lobby to see if there were any spots. Sure enough, I was able to jump on board and I spent the next nine hours exploring parts of Germany I hadn’t seen yet.

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      Before we made it to the castle we stopped at the above church, called Weiskirche. Here we were able to look around the church, and stop for an espresso and locally made donuts at Gasthof Schweiger. I didn’t partake in the donuts, though they looked amazing. Instead I fed my soul with the nearby rolling hills and beautiful houses.

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      Another place we stopped before the castle, was a local woodcarving shop. Woodcarving is a big thing in Germany, and the small mom and pop like shop we stopped at was adorable. Even better than the woodcarvings however, was the view. I will never get over the green rolling hills of Bavaria.

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      Pit stops complete, we made it to the parking area of Neuschwanstein around 11. We had a formal tour at noon, and were given three options for getting to the castle: walk up the hill/trail area, take a bus, or take a horse and carriage. I’ll let you guess what I chose. 

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      I chose to walk, and first made my way to Marienbrücke, the bridge providing the above view of the castle. After admiring the view for a bit, it was time for the tour. The tour was mediocre, lasting all of 15 minutes, but it was worth it just to see the inside of this castle.

      The castle was only 1/3 finished, as its creator King Ludwig II mysteriously died before it was complete. 

      King Ludwig was busy building two other castles as well, only one of which was completed. He was spending funds he didn’t have, using money from the city to build his lavish homes. He was deemed clinically insane after refusing to react rationally when foreign banks threatened to seize his property. Rumor has it he and his psychiatrist drowned in Lake Starnberg after Ludwig checked into a mental hospital.

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      Whatever actually happened, there is no denying the extravagant vision Ludwig had with Neuschwanstein, I’ve never seen an interior of a castle quite like it. I suppose when one plans to spend most of their time alone and inside (Ludwig was a severe introvert), an extravagant home is necessary.

      The above view from the castle wasn’t too shabby either. 

      After the castle tour, we made our way to a nearby brewery for dinner. I sat with a few women that were staying at the hotel while their significant others were attending a conference. They were lovely women, and we had a fun time chatting about all things Germany.

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      I would love to return in either the fall or the winter to see what the surrounding areas look like. I can only imagine what the trees look like when the leaves change color. I didn’t manage to get any photos from the front of the castle, but I found the below photo online. You can see the beautiful similarities to the classic Disney castle.

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      I was stoked to be able to check Neuschwanstein off my list, and for $17 I’d say it was a steal of a deal.

      Q: Did you know Neuschwanstein was an inspiration for Cinderella’s castle?

      brittany

      | 20 Comments Tagged Brittanys Life Abroad, Castle, Disneyland, Germany, Neuschwanstein, Wanderlust
    • Gent, Belgium

      Posted at 5:00 AM by Brittany, on September 16, 2019

      First impressions can be misleading. If I lived my life based solely on first impressions I’d be missing out on some amazing opportunities. My first impression of Gent was not a good one. The city had a lot of constriction happening which seems to be a reoccurring theme for all of Europe, the weather was hot making me moody, and there were a lot of people…everywhere.

      I don’t like being uncertain of where I am when driving a car, and while searching for a parking garage upon arrival in Gent, the car navigation system continuously tried to take me down roads that were closed. There were bikers EVERYWHERE, and I ended up driving onto a pedestrian only street. I wasn’t aware I couldn’t drive here until someone stopped me and kindly advised I turn off the street.

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      Thankfully one of my roommates had access to Google Maps, and she guided us a back way to the parking garage. I have never been happier to park a car for two days in my life. All I needed was to be mobile by foot and my first impression started to change.

      We stayed at an amazingly convenient Air B&B right next to the city center, and this made a perfect home base for our two days in Gent. 

      There is a bridge that brought us into the city from our Air B&B, and I can confidently say I have never seen a city that looked quite like Gent looks from this angle as I approached. It was absolutely stunning and I was amazed at the architecture.

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      We arrived in the evening after our day in Dunkirk, so we made ourselves some dinner and planned for the following day. There was a walking tour starting on the above bridge (3 min walk from Air B&B) at 10am, which was the perfect start to the day. I’ve grown quite fond of the free city walking tours, they are a good way to become somewhat acclimated with a new city.

      The tour was two hours, and took us to some of the main highlights in Gent as well as some local known neighborhoods. 

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      We did a free walking tour in Brugge as well, and our tour guide in Brugge told us a story about how Brugge and Gent used to have animosity towards each other. The rivalry is now all in good fun, but once upon a time the two cities were enemies.

      According to Brugge, Gent came and stole a golden dragon from their town, and placed it upon their Belfry tower.

      According to Gent, Brugge stole the dragon from the vikings (I think) so regardless the golden dragon didn’t belong to either of them. The dragon still sits atop the Belfry tower in Gent, and I don’t anticipate it being stolen a third time. I found it fitting that the two cities I chose to visit in Belgium had this kind of history.

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      Dragon atop the tower.

      Our tour guide took us through an area he originally referred to as “the ghetto of Gent” which was a misrepresentation of what’s actually just an alley where it’s legal and acceptable to spray paint the walls. The city covers the walls with fresh paint every so often for a naked canvas, and people come to paint their hearts out.

      I found a little bit of myself in that alley.

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      It me.

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      Fake news: this can was actually empty.

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      After the tour, my roommates and I split ways for a few hours to explore on our own. I wandered my way down backroads and cobblestoned streets for a while, and decided to splurge on a shot of espresso. I don’t drink coffee for a myriad of reasons, but sometimes I splurge regardless of the repercussions. I wasn’t going to splurge on food in Gent, so coffee it was.

      I stopped into a local shop called Barista Coffee and Cake, and my suppressed foodie coffee lover was swooning. Vegan treats and coffee galore. Big sigh. 

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      Coffee in hand, I decided to do a boat tour, because anytime I find myself in a city with canals I gravitate towards the boats. The tour was only 7 euro for an hour, and I loved seeing areas of Gent I wouldn’t have seen by foot. Despite the morning clouds that greeted our day, the sky quickly turned to sun after noon and the boat ride was HOT.

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      My boat tour guide covered things my walking tour guide did not, but my walking tour guide covered the most important topic. He told us the best place to buy chocolate from in the city, and since I’d come all the way to Belgium and hadn’t bought any chocolate yet I decided to trust his recommendation.

      I trusted him because he recommended a local shop, and when I walked in I could peek over a ledge to see them making the chocolate below.

      I planned to buy a small pack of chocolate for my mom, but that quickly escalated to 22 single pieces of chocolate of which I ate 11 of upon my arrival back in Germany (I DID space it over two days, which is a big deal for someone with BED.) The other 11 are safely awaiting the arrival of my mom and sister next week. The woman at the chocolate shop was wonderful and patient with my never ending “and what’s this one” question.

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      My box of goods was only 15 euro, and let me tell you…it was worth every penny. That was some of the best chocolate I’ve ever had. I later discovered this chocolate shop is a family business of a father and son, with two shops in different areas of Gent. I visited Cédric Van Hoorebeke located closer to the city center. Both father and son are married, and their lovely wives handle the shop front while the men make the chocolate.

      Now that’s a family business I can support. 

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      After buying my chocolate and dropping it off at our homebase, it was time for dinner. I had stuck to eggs, avocados, and apples for breakfast and lunch, so dinner had a bit more flavor. I eat the same things most everyday, which usually consists of chicken in some way. Half chickens are my go to in Europe, and Belgium was no different.

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      My meal was good, and I was mostly full, but after meeting back up with my roommates I helped my roommate finish her fries. Belgium is the home of the French fry after all, and I had never eaten fries with mayo before so I gave it a try. HOT diggity dog…I saw the light. Fries and mayo IS A THING and it’s wicked delicious.

      To wind down the evening we sat at a bar for a beer (not for me) and soaked in the remainder of the day.

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      The following morning we had until around noon before we planned to drive back to Germany, so I spent an hour exploring Gravensteen, also known as the Castle of the Counts. This castle has a self guided audio tour and was hands down the best castle tour I’ve ever done. The commentary was informational and FUNNY.

      It kept me focused and entertained, which is sometimes hard to do. 

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      The castle is smack in the middle of the city and dates back to 1180. The history behind this castle was fascinating, and the views were worth the 10 euro entrance fee. This was the perfect way to end the quick trip to Gent. My first impression of this city was not an accurate representation of what I later discovered. This city is rich in history and beauty.

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      This wrapped up my roomie trip to Belgium, and I once again was so glad Spain didn’t work out for us. Everything happens for a reason. and I couldn’t have asked for a better week with two of my favorite people in Europe.

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      Q: Can you think of a city you had a first impression of that turned out to be wrong?

      brittany

      | 13 Comments Tagged Belgium, Brittanys Life Abroad, Chocolate, Gent, Travel, Wanderlust
    • Dunkerque, France

      Posted at 5:00 AM by Brittany, on September 9, 2019

      Anyone who has been reading my blog for the last year will know I have an interest in all things WWII. The beaches of Dunkirk are a memorable place where the British and French allies were “pushed” to by Nazi Germany during the war. I’d read about Dunkirk, watched the Hollywood movie about Dunkirk, but never thought I’d actually visit Dunkirk.

      When booking my most recent trip to Belgium, I was looking at a map and noticed Dunkirk was just a hop, skip, and a jump away from Brugge, where I spent the first half of my trip. You’d have thought I was a five year old waiting for Santa when I realized I could drive to Dunkirk and stand on the beaches of history.

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      I was thankful that my roommates also had an interest in seeing this beach, so we scheduled the drive into our plans. We had no idea what to expect, but we weren’t aware that Dunkirk is currently a very popular beach to lounge on. We all agreed it felt a bit morbid to go swim in the waters of Dunkirk, so we spent the morning on the coast of Belgium in a town called Ostende.

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      I can’t remember the last time I swam at a beach, but this calm water was very inviting. We arrived before the crowds and spent a good hour and a half sunning our skin and soaking our toes. For a girl that doesn’t care much for the beach, I sure enjoyed my time in Ostende more than I thought I would.

      I remember thinking to myself (and then aloud to my roommates) “I’m in the North Sea, in Belgium, swimming at the beach. What is my life.”

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      We made sure not to spend too much time in Ostende, because the goal for the day was Dunkirk, and I wasn’t sure how much time we would need to explore the area. Upon arrival in Dunkirk I was a bit surprised to find that the town was bustling with half naked French folks on the beaches like any other European beach.

      I believe there are many things in life that signify success, and one of the biggest for me is the ability and willingness to never stop learning things. Things about the world and things about yourself. Something I have learned about myself is that I often let myself down when I have preconceived expectations. I am a work in progress with this, but I am trying to expect less when traveling somewhere new.

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      As I said, I’m a work in progress, and I had expectations of Dunkirk that were not reality. I had images in my head of a historical war memorial, with visitors coming to pay respect to those who lost their lives. I envisioned a beach lined with plaques recalling the events that took place, providing a brief synopsis of history for younger generations to read and learn.

      Instead, I was met with the above photo of beach lockers and bronze French folks. I was met with teenage kids blasting French rap music weaving a soccer ball around the other people walking on the boardwalk. I was met with endless restaurants and gelato shops feeding the masses of people sunbathing when they should have been at work.

      I was met with life, continuing on.

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      At first glance, I thought I was in the wrong area. I wandered around until l found a tourist office and went in to ask where the memorial was. I found the only English speaker and asked him where we could find the memorial. His reply shocked me when he said: “what memorial?” I hesitated and asked where the memorial for the war was, to which he replied, “there is a museum around the corner, at the end of the board walk there is a memorial wall, and on the other side of town is the British memorial.”

      He then handed me a map and sent me on my way. 

      Thankfully my roommate found an additional pamphlet that had spots along the board walk signifying historical spots such as: “this is where the British hid”, “this is where the evacuation took place”, and “this is where the ships came in to save the men.” This was a great concept, but as we walked the boardwalk it was impossible to know exactly where these places were. Hence the desire for my original expectation of plaques along the beach.

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      The memorial wall was beautiful, and I was thankful to have found it. I still expected more, but as my dad perfectly put it this was now “a solemn place (history) that sounds fairly ordinary today.” Perhaps my original expectations were too skewed, and perhaps the best way to honor the men who died during this tragic situation was to enjoy the freedom the beach provided.

      I didn’t go into the museum, so perhaps I was looking too much outside of the museum for remembrance. After walking the boardwalk a bit we drove over to the British memorial, which was exactly what I was expecting. 

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      I sometimes feel odd discussing war so passionately, because while we always feel the need to choose sides, a human life is a human life regardless of what side you’re on. Each person makes a decision based on what they believe to be correct and they then stand behind this decision regardless of the outcomes.

      The human mind is a complex web of tangled emotions that some are better at untangling than others. 

      I can only hope we continue to find success in learning about the world and about ourselves in an attempt to prevent history from repeating itself, however this is sadly a problem I don’t think will ever be “solved.” All I know for certain is I find great joy in visiting historical places and sharing them with my small circle of a community here on this blog.

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      Dunkirk was not what I expected, and if I had the power to I would make the simple addition of boardwalk plaques for just “a little bit more.” If you don’t know much about the Battle of Dunkirk I highly recommend reading more about it. I’m glad I visited regardless of what I thought I would see, and it was another reminder to let go of expectations and live more in the moment.

      Q: How do you bounce back when you have expectations that are shattered by reality? Were my Dunkirk expectations unrealistic? 

      brittany

      | 24 Comments Tagged Beach, Brittanys Life Abroad, Dunkirk, Europe, France, Travel, WWII
    • Brugge, Belgium

      Posted at 5:00 AM by Brittany, on September 4, 2019

      Ahh Brugge, the romantic historical town in the northwestern part of Belgium. Brugge was not on my radar until I moved to Europe, and it was as if The Google knew I wanted to see the world, because Brugge popped up on my suggested browser a few months after I arrived. I subconsciously tucked this popular destination in my brain for a later date, and that later date arrived after a series of unfortunate events.

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      You see, I was scheduled to take a trip to Spain for the month of August with my two roommates. We had requested time off for this trip months in advance, booked a rental car, found wonderful Air B & B’s, and did extensive research – aka watched The Cheetah Girls 2. I was ready to strut like I meant it through the streets of Barcelona.

      A few days before our scheduled departure, we received an e-mail advising us there was a scheduled strike at the Barcelona airport the day we were meant to arrive, and we were informed our flight might be cancelled. Um, what? There wasn’t much we could do, so we waited to see what the fate of our trip would be the day of departure.

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      According to our tour guide who graciously took this picture of us, Colin Ferrel jumped out of the window between my head and my roommates head to the left of me during filming of the movie “In Bruge.” Also – HBD to the pretty lady on my right.

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      I suppose I should be thankful that we got notice a day and a half before our travel day (instead of the day of) that our flight was indeed cancelled, and truth be told I didn’t really want to go to Spain anyway, but it’s been over a week and I’m still awaiting my refund. I’m a bit perturbed by the entire situation, but it was out of my control.

      With some quick cat like reflex planning, we planned our backup trip in an hour. My roommates asked me,” Switzerland or Belgium?” Without hesitation I screamed “BELGIUM” and my subconscious vision of Brugge reappeared into my frontal lobe. I told them I wanted to see Brugge, and I wanted to see Gent, and badda boom badda bing we officially shifted gears towards Belgium.

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      Just when we thought everything was squared away, I got notified that there were no more rental cars at our local Europcar (after we already booked places to sleep in Belgium), which brought momentary panic to us all. We decided to take a train to Munich to rent a car from the airport, and drive it back to Garmisch the day before our trip.

      It took five hours round trip. 

      This was almost the trip that wasn’t thanks to all the hoops we had to jump through, but perseverance gave us a lovely trip to Belgium I shan’t soon forget. Brugge is just as fairytale like as they say, and it’s no wonder this city brings flocks of tourists to see its cobblestone streets, medieval architecture, and Venice like canals.

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      The drive to Brugge was brutal, and as the only driver (shoutout to being an old lady and not having an extra rental car charge) I was feeling the 12 hours of open road hard by the time we reached our hostel. We stayed at Hostel Europa, which had free parking (what I cared about), was less than a 2km walk to the city center (what they cared about), and had free breakfast (what everyone cared about.)

      By the time we started our following day in the city, I had forgotten all about the long drive west. We didn’t have much planned for this city, other than to find some colorful houses, eat a waffle, eat fries, eat chocolate, find the sheep, and find the windmills. We stumbled upon a free walking tour at just the right time, and we were able to learn some history about the city.

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      Old hospital. This one’s for you dad.

      After we did the walking tour, we went to eat at House of Waffles per the suggestion of our tour guide. I was intrigued by the idea of savory waffles, but sadly this BLT waffle wasn’t worth the splurge that comes with eating gluten for me. My only regret of this trip was that I ate a savory waffle instead of a sweet waffle. I didn’t want to splurge too many times, so I didn’t eat anymore waffles on this trip.

      I should have known better, waffles are meant to be sweet.

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      The waffles provided just enough energy to wander the residential streets of Brugge in order to find the sheep. Tucked away from the tourist streets is a small park called Hof De Jonge. This park is home to local sheep that graze on the grass, and is known as one of the hidden spot to visit in Brugge. Our trip to Belgium occurred during one of the countries few heat waves, and the 90 degree air had the sheep hiding for respite.

      I turned the corner and was saddened to find no sheep in the park. Just when I lost all hope, I saw one lone sheep running towards the shade. Success. 

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      After the sheep it was off to the windmills. Four historic windmills are left standing along the ramparts of one of the canals in Brugge. In the 16th century there were upwards of 23 mills in the area, and the remaining four offered a break from the bustling city center. My roommates humored me on my walk across Brugge to find these mills, and the last one of the four offered a small view of the city below.

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      At the top of the windmill stairs were two local girls enjoying a beer and escaping from the late afternoon sun. I couldn’t help but think this was a terrible place to drink alcohol because of how sketchy the stairs were climbing up and down…does this make me old?

      I used to frolic in the face of danger and now my fear radar is continuously maxed out.

      Our final “scheduled” adventure was to take a boat tour on the canal. This was a cheap ten euro adventure where we didn’t learn anything we didn’t already know after our free walking tour, but it was fun to see the city from the view of the water. Plus our trilingual captain was nice to look at.

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      The rest of our evening was free to wander and refuel. After my waffle lunch I wanted something “safe” for dinner, but continued the vacation mindset and ordered my chicken with fries. When in Belgium. Did you know, fries originated in Belgium?

      American soldiers stationed in Belgium were first introduced to French fries during World War I. As the official language of the Belgian army was French, soldiers nicknamed the delicious fried potatoes “French fries.” The name stuck, and decades later we’re still giving credit to the wrong country.

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      Brugge is a lovely city, and I’m thankful to have crossed it off my list, and I’m thankful for the mysterious way God works. Had it not been for that Barcelona strike, we’d have gone to Spain instead. Not to say Spain wouldn’t have been enjoyable, but something tells me Belgium is more my style.

      Regardless of where we went, I was just happy to spend a week with my roommates. I am thankful that we not only live well together, but we’re close friends too. 

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      Who can guess which cat pillow is my favorite?

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      Q: Would you have called it quits after the cancelled flight and no local rental cars, or adapted the “where there’s a will there’s a way” mindset?

      brittany

      | 21 Comments Tagged Belgium, Brittanys Life Abroad, Brugge, Europe, Travel
    • Early Morning Confessions

      Posted at 5:00 AM by Brittany, on August 26, 2019

      1. Wow. It’s been a hot minute since I’ve done one of these confession posts. I was looking through old blogs I’d written, and reminded myself how much I enjoy these. I also reminded myself of a lot of things, like how I used to live my life without restrictions. Change is hardest when you don’t have a choice.

      2. My favorite thing about Bavaria in the summer is all the cows on the trails. I want one.

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      3. I enjoy riding my bike, but sometimes I honestly wish I had my car. After a long day and a long week at work, the last thing I want to do is bike to get groceries. It’s exhausting.

      4. I’ve found myself in a funk the last couple weeks. Could have been the revisiting of old blogs, or the physical exhaustion, I’ve just been admittedly down about my food restrictions. I know acceptance is the key to happiness, but some days I’m just O-V-E-R it.

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      Didn’t eat any of this, but how beautiful is this German charcuterie board?

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      5. I love living in Germany, but I’m burned out with my job.

      6. I bought a dirndl and wore it out in public, but I was extremely uncomfortable in it for the first hour. I typically hide my body in loose clothing, so this was hard for me.

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      My amazing roommates and I.

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      7. I got my haircut by a woman that didn’t speak english, but we made it work. I then botched it by cutting more myself. I will never learn.

      8. A little while back I went for an after work hike on a mountain called the Eckbauer. The weather was perfect when we started, but by the time we hit the summit the thunder and lightening hit and my anxiety reared up like a horse that saw a snake.

      I don’t like being in situations where I have no control (who does) and this made me nervous. Be that as it may, I still had a great time with the two girls I was with, and the mountains were gorgeously moody.

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      9. I don’t know if it’s a good or bad thing that the highlight of my week was officially becoming a regular at the German shop I buy roasted chicken from.

      10. When my dad and step mom visited from the States last month, we spent their last day in Munich. We took a five hour bike tour which was fantastic, and I had a small crush on our tour guide. He wasn’t overly attractive, but he was from Ireland and all he had to do was speak. It was game over after his first word.

      I love the Irish accent so much, I still found him attractive after I saw him smoke. Who am I…

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      Q: What’s your confession?

      brittany

      | 22 Comments Tagged Bike, Brittanys Life Abroad, Early Morning Confessions, Germany, Hiking
    • Bavaria Adventures

      Posted at 5:00 AM by Brittany, on August 23, 2019

      Since moving to Europe I’ve been posting mostly about my trips outside of Germany, but life in Bavaria continues to happen in between my travels. Bavaria is a lovely state to live in, and being so close to the alps is a blessing to say the least. Most days after work I am useless and become one with my bed, but sometimes I have the energy to go for a local adventure.

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      One of my local adventures was to a lake near where I live called Eibsee. The word “see” means lake in German. The first time I visited Eibsee was in March, and I’ve since been back a few times. The photos in this post will be from my first trip, hence the snow. I think the snow added a magical look to the surrounding mountains.

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      Eibsee is one of the more popular places for people to go during the summer, the lake is cold and offers a nice reprieve from the warm summer air, however I prefer walking the 5 mile loop around the lake opposed to swimming. On the backside of the lake there are less people, and less people is always good in my book.

      I seem to get along better with animals.

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      I took my dad and my step mom here the day they arrived in Germany (after a full day of travel) and put them through the torturous 5 mile loop. The loop itself isn’t difficult, but when you’ve flown halfway across the world and your body is stuck in a timezone 9hours behind it proves to be a bit of a struggle.

      I think they forgave me though, at least after they saw the reflection of the alps in the lake. 

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      Another local adventure I went on was with one of my roommates back in April. The train system in Europe is amazing, and in Bavaria there is a train pass called the Bayern pass which allows you to pay one price and travel all over Bavaria on regional trains as many times in one day as you’d like.

      The more people you add to the ticket the cheaper it gets.

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      I had been wanting to buy a Bayern pass and take the train to random stops for a while on one of my days off, and my roommate decided to tag along. My end location goal was a town called Kochel, to visit Kochelsee. If you remember the above German lesson you’ll know this meant I wanted to visit the lake in Kochel.

      What can I say, I have a thing for lakes.

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      Kochel was beautiful, and the walk to the lake brought us through farmlands. Farms speak to my soul on a personal level, and there is something so warm and comforting about a European farm. There is also something warm and comforting about a European cemetery. That sounds really bizarre, but the churches associated with the cemeteries are elaborate and eye-catching, and the energy at these cemeteries is comforting.

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      We stopped in one other town on this Bayern adventure called Murnau. It was a sunny spring day, and we were enjoying our time outside. We wandered into town, stumbled upon a farmers market, found a church, and then found another cemetery. Go figure.

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      We thought about possibly going to Munich after visiting Murnau and Kochel, but traveling is exhausting and we decided to head back to Garmisch after a few hours of exploring. The travel time, waiting for the train, and walking the towns made the time go by quickly and before we knew it the day was almost over.

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      Each town I’ve visited in Germany has its own beautiful church accompanied by a cemetery. Of all the cemeteries I’ve seen in Bavaria, and Europe as a whole, nothing compares to the cemetery in Partenkirchen near where I live. I discovered this cemetery while riding my bike one day, and had to stop and sit in the gardens for a while.

      It might sound odd to think of a cemetery as a place to meditate, but this place brought a wave of peace to my soul.

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      Germany is beautiful, and I have officially been living here for seven months now. Time is an odd concept here. Some days I feel like I just got here, and some days I feel like I’ve been here for years. I’m at a place now where it is starting to feel odd when I think about life after Germany.

      I’m halfway through my contract with my job, and I plan to make the most of the second half. It’s not always butterflies and rainbows here, and some days are a struggle, but overall this has been an amazing experience. Just when I think I can’t do it anymore when I have a stressful day at work, I have my weekend and go for an adventure like these, or for a hike and I am reminded why I’m here.

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      Hometown Church in Garmisch.

      I’m soaking up as much of the summer in Bavaria as I can before the weather starts to turn. It’s been rainy here lately, but I love the rain. It feels like home. Snow on the other hand…I’m not looking forward to when the snow is back in Garmisch. I don’t know how I will fuel my brathendl addiction when I can’t ride my bike to the grillstube…

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      I love Germany.

      Q: Would you ride a train to random locations for a day?

      brittany

      | 16 Comments Tagged Bavaria, Brittanys Life Abroad, Explore, Garmisch, Germany
    • København, Danmark – Pt. 2

      Posted at 5:00 AM by Brittany, on August 19, 2019

      It’s a good thing visiting a new city means lots of walking or biking, because I did not go hungry in Copenhagen! Living with food sensitivities means I have to be picky about where I eat, so when I find a place that works for me I usually stick to it. This was the case in Copenhagen as well, I ate the same breakfast and lunch everyday.

      Breakfast was eaten on the waterfront strip of Nyhavn, at a restaurant called Ved Kajen. The restaurants in Nyhavn clearly showcase how touristy this waterfront strip is, because all of the restaurants have the same menu. The brunch menu had four options: toast or a croissant, eggs and bacon, avocado toast, and “brunch” which was like a leveled up version of bacon and eggs.

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      I got the bacon and eggs, without toast, add avocado. The side salad was cute, about 1/50th the amount of greens I usually eat in one sitting, but I wasn’t there for the greens. I needed fuel to keep me going more than just a couple hours. This breakfast lasted me the morning of my bike adventure, as well as the following day of sitting on the hop on hop off (hoho) bus.

      The hoho bus was a great idea, we just did it too late in the trip. We were only in Copenhagen for three days, two of which were also travel days. We did the hoho bus our last day (our flight wasn’t until 7pm) but we were only able to ride it once. We did get off the bus at one of the stops – the Rosenborg Castle.

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      Sadly because of the time crunch, we didn’t get to go inside. I guess this means I just have to go back someday! The hoho bus was a good way to spend the morning of our final day, I just wish we had more time to utilize the stops. We had already seen a handful of the stops thanks to our bike adventure the previous day, as well as our walking adventure the day we arrived, but the narrative on the bus provided more history of the city.

      The day we arrived in the city, we started exploring around 1pm, and wasted no time exploring by foot. The walk from our hotel towards the city center brought us through the most beautiful and tranquil park. The park had a large loop with runners/walkers/and bikers enjoying the paths around a lake called Stadsgraven.

      Our first stop was Our Saviour Church, to climb the tower. None of us knew anything about this place, and we stumbled upon it while trying to find something else. Naturally we got in line because #everyoneelsewasdoingit.

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      We got in line in front of an Australian man, who also had no idea what the tower was. We weren’t sure if we had to pay, or if we could pay with a card, but we quickly learned that everywhere in Copenhagen is not only card friendly, but they are often card ONLY! We climbed the 400 steps of the spiraling tower for an amazing panoramic view of the city.

      I also climbed The Round Tower for a city view the following day, but this view was superior. 

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      One of my secrets for traveling light – I wear the same outfit more than once.

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      The tower climb has a charge, but the church itself is free to enter. After climbing the tower we decided to visit the inside. The savior himself sits atop the spiral tower, and the inside had a beautiful blue and gold color scheme. I’ve yet to enter a church I don’t gawk at in Europe, but the simplicity of this one was charming.

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      After preparing our souls with the good vibes of the savior, we made our way across the street to Freetown Christiania. Christiania is an alternative district in Copenhagen that is mostly known for its weed selling. This former military barrack area was taken over by squatters (similar to Metelkova) in 1971, and these days over 900 people live there.

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      The community also has restaurants, a music venue, cafe’s, and souvenirs. There is one strip of area called Pusher Street that is completely dedicated to the selling of weed, which is illegal in Denmark. It seems that although weed is illegal in Denmark, people turn a blind eye to the community of Christiania.

      I tried to get my dad to buy a weed brownie, but no such luck. 

      Aside from the edibles, Christiania also has amazing art work from murals to sculptures to giants made of wood. I can see why people enjoy living within this community, the way of life is carefree and chill. I’m not a smoker of the hash, but to each their own! After doing some research on the area, it appears the original community was not a fan of the weed selling, and local residents of this mini community don’t all appreciate the illegal drug selling.

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      You’d have thought we indulged in one too many magic brownies after leaving Christiania, because I WAS SO hungry. I mentioned earlier that my lunch of choice was the same during my time in Copenhagen, which was completely unexpected. Copenhagen is known for their hotdogs and for smørrebrød, an open face sandwich with many different varieties, but both of those have too much bread.

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      I don’t eat bread (unless I want to be a zombie for a day) and I don’t eat hotdogs, so my meal of choice was found at the outdoor street food market called Broens Gadekøkken. Of all the options at the market, the one that seemed the safest for me was at a place called Dhaba. I flew all the way to Copenhagen to have some bomb ass Indian food.

      Go figure.

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      I got double veg and double chicken, however there is a vegetarian option as well. I loved the simplicity of the menu’s in Copenhagen making the ordering process much easier. Most of my homemade food has no spices or seasoning, because I just enjoy eating things plain. Plain food is safe food, so this was an extra treat because the flavor just about blew my mouth off my face. There was some spice to the sauce too, which was nice.

      Copenhagen is a very sustainable city, and makes an effort to be as green as possible. The plate served with this Indian food was edible, and made from wheat. I didn’t eat it, but edible plates mean compostable plates! Love me a good sustainable city.

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      Copenhagen is an amazing city. The people are friendly, the pace is slow, the vibe is chill, and the energy is uplifting. I don’t often feel the need to visit a location twice, but I would visit Copenhagen again. I’d love to see more of Denmark in general, specifically the nature outside of the city.

      I’m thankful to have experienced this quaint city with my dad and my stepmom, they made wonderful travel partners. I’m trying to be more present with my travels, and having family with me on this trip helped me slow down and appreciate the moments more. It’s interesting how traveling helps me grow as a person, even in ways I wouldn’t normally think it would.

      Life is too short to live anywhere but the present moment, especially with family.

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      Q: Would you indulge in Freetown Christiania edibles? No judgement…

      brittany

      | 22 Comments Tagged Brittanys Life Abroad, Copenhagen, Denmark, Europe, Travel Abroad
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