My trip to Germany was very full. I had no idea what to expect when I went. I did not do a lot of research. I did try to learn a bit of German but was really too shy to try it when I was there. People were very gracious to me when they realized I spoke English. My dear friend had many plans for us but it was all dependent on how the baby did, and she ended up doing really really well. So we went on numerous adventures in high temperature weather. It was glorious. We visited the sea, castles, villages, towns, and gardens. We visited her family and churches and cathedrals. Every day was something new for me to see and experience. I loved it all! The cobblestone streets, the buildings that held the mystery of hundreds of years of people who lived within their walls, experiencing food and shops and roads and schools. I have always loved history and it felt like Germany lived and breathed history. To go a village that was a thousand years old, to walk into a church built in 811, to see a nunnery that was still functioning, to see a road where on one side the buildings had been bombed in World War Two and on the other side the buildings from as early as the 1600's were still intact and original ~ it all mattered so much to me. I felt like myself there because somehow there are parts of me that miss things I've not known. Where I live the buildings are quite young and most old buildings are not preserved and were not built to last the way they are built in Germany. I had, quite simply, not experienced the depth of history that Germany held and it was so so beautiful to me. There is also such depth of detail in the older buildings there. The artistry and craftsmanship was something I had not experienced either. I felt like all my senses were being ministered to every day.
I loved how villages all had water features in them that brought tranquility and also were needed to water animals back in a different era.
My friend took this photo of me. I am in awe of the beauty of this ancient town surrounded by vineyards.
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