An American in Germany: Day Six (Zweibrucken)

An American in Germany: Day Six (Zweibrucken)

Zweibrucken translates to “two bridges,” and is a city about 15 minutes south of Schmitshausen, near the border to France. It’s a small town with some attractions of a larger one. Specifically, they have one of the largest and most beautiful Rose Gardens I’ve ever...
An American in Germany: Day Five (Saarbrucken)

An American in Germany: Day Five (Saarbrucken)

The first thing we did was visit the local garden shop (Hanns Gartnerie), where I finally bought my very own German gnome. I christened him Gordie.  Gordie the German Garden Gnome. He’s colorless at the moment, but not only is he a bonafied German gnome, he’ll be a...
An American in Germany: Day Four (Chilling Out)

An American in Germany: Day Four (Chilling Out)

Today, we chilled, as per the title. We didn’t wake up until 9 AM, and even then we guzzled several cups of coffee before we even thought about what to do. Shea and Drew had both gone to work today, so we were without a car. Thus we were reduced to wandering around...
An American in Germany: Day Three (Grafenroda)

An American in Germany: Day Three (Grafenroda)

Day Three was filled with travel, lots of it. And by travel, I mean sitting on our asses in a car. That’s  because we drove 4 hours to the birthplace of Gnomes: Grafenroda. But first, we stopped in Mainz, Germany, to visit the Gutenburg Museum. Contrary to popular...
An American in Germany: Day Two (The Mecca to Aldi)

An American in Germany: Day Two (The Mecca to Aldi)

We are at the end of Day Two, and Germany continues to impress. Today, I visited my first German castle (it was closed but looked very old and sturdy from the outside). We did eat at the little café beside the castle: I had the schnitzel with cream sauce. And it was...
An American in Germany: Day One (Ausfahrt)

An American in Germany: Day One (Ausfahrt)

Germany is six hours ahead of US Eastern time and one of the first things you learn about is jetlag. As I write this, it’s 2:38 am German time. We’ve already been to bed and gotten up. Having flown to the west coast, I thought I knew what jetlag was. I didn’t. Jetlag...