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Day XI.II: Magical deeds are afoot, dear reader. Magical darkness…
Now that it’s nighttime, I’ll update on some other Rothenburg o. d. T. happenings: The city’s signature pastry is a big lump of fried shortbread dough called a Schneeball. It’s definitely a medieval creation. I knew I wouldn’t like it, so I passed on this one. There are also some stores that capitalize on the…
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Day X + XI: Medieval torture in a fairytale town
It was a long trip through increasingly desolate train stations to the lovely Rotenburg ob der Tauber. This Bavarian town in south-central Germany lies above the deep valley of the Tauber River. Bavaria is the more “rural and folksy” area of Germany, and there are less English speakers. And, wow!! This place is a gorgeously…
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Day VIII + IX: The dark side of Berlin — underground and in the club
Hello everyone! I know it’s been a few days since I posed. Lately I’ve been out and about nonstop, falling asleep as soon as I return to the hostel. I’m currently on the ICE train to Rothenburg ob der Tauber, a tiny hamlet that I pronounce so badly in my American accent that it usually…
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Day VI + VII: All about Berlin, and also I get attacked by a giant robot spider
Dear readers… the whole vibe changed as I passed from Dutch to German territory. I started at a clean train platform and then stepped out into a smoke-scented, dirty, industrial station. This theme would continue. Germany has more of a gritty, sprawling feel — especially Berlin. If Utrecht was Disneyland, then Berlin is NYC. I…
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Day V: Was Hello Kitty’s design stolen from the Dutch? + Glockenspiels.
Eating “drunk food” from various cultures is always a treat. At UCLA, students would stumble down for it from the frat houses and apartments in Westwood — towards a row of of open-air stands serving junky sandwiches, Korean rice bowls, chicken strips, and pita wraps. Last night, I tried a classic for late night snacking…
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Day IV: A trip well begun is a trip half done. Also, more history
The title is advice I knew, but didn’t take! Due to a forecasted (yet not fully materialized) day of rain, as well as my botched attempt to visit a famous windmill site (it would have taken 3 hours one way because transit out of Wageningen isn’t easy), I gave up and decided to stay in…
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Day III: Fruit with butts
Last night, I hung out with the hall residents as they held a small party. The people I socialized with included (but were not limited to) Rudolph, Reuben, David, and Klaas. Reuben was displeased to hear that he shares his name with a famous American corned beef sandwich. Interestingly, I watched an episode of Curb…
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Day II: March of the grape ladies
I ended yesterday by going to a dance club right across the street called The International with Audrey and her hallmates. There was no cover charge, but the group had to try and sneak me in because normally the bar checks for student IDs and only allows in the local university students. Turned out that…
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Day I.I: A perfect town
My journey started by train from the Amsterdam airport, then by bus. I didn’t snap a picture, but the trains were very nice, modern, and decorated with a butterfly theme (complete with butterfly shaped bag hooks). Cabins were spacious, with small tables readily available. I worried I had accidentally stepped into “first class.” Once at…
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Day I: Turbulence
I’m touching up this blog post from the Netherlands. So rest assured, I did finally make it here. First, though, there were travel troubles: Things got off to a rocky start. I had some issues with my roundtrip journey purchased through the Dutch airline, KLM, made worse by the fact that Omaha’s honky-tonk non-international airport…
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