I live in Germany. I've lived in Germany for over a year. However, I often forget that I live in Germany (unless I happen to turn on the radio) because honestly, I don't get out nearly as much as I should (and when I do, I'm with Americans). Enter: the Christmas market.
Christmas markets are one of my favourite German customs. Big cities and small villages alike play host to these gatherings. Larger city markets often have rides, games, and concerts while my tiny village has a few food stands and an oompah band of sorts. Last weekend was my 3-year anniversary with SB, so instead of being hermits, we headed to the closest market where we spent upwards of 2 hours drinking cocoa by a gigantic bonfire and then completely stuffed our faces to the point that I had a genuine food baby.
… like when I Skyped with my mum and she asked what was going on with my belly and I told her that it was schnitzel, she started to think that I was preggo and had nicknamed the little nugget.
Alas… it was really just schnitzel… and beer…
… and really… nothing says "Christmas" like a bunch of dudes playing digereedoos in a hut. Amiright?
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