Three months ago, I stepped onto European soil for the first time, embarking on a whirlwind of adventures with Nicole. Here are the tales, before they’re buried in the recesses of my mind.

Day 1: Frankfurt

I trekked out to YVR with great anticipation and trepidation, and after some hemming and hawing, hopped on a budget Air Transat flight for Frankfurt. The flight itself was rather nondescript, with cramped seats, lumpy food, a wide selection of movies and an unusual amount of turbulence. 

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We (that is to say, Nicole and I) arrived at Frankfurt Airport at 1 pm local time, with a gloomy sky that reminded us very much of home. After squeezing onto various airport shuttles and S-Bahn trains, we found ourselves at the Frankfurt Hauptbahnhof for our connecting train to Freiburg, where my aunt resided.

 

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I must say, the Germans sure know how to run their trains. On the whole, they were punctual and immensely comfortable, which were in stark contrast to the French TGVs later on.

 

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2 hours later, we pulled into Freiburg without a hitch. My aunt and great-aunt greeted us warmly, and my cousins were a precious pair. We fell into bed exhausted, but incredibly excited for what’s in store.

Day 2: Freiburg

We woke up at the crack of dawn, grabbing breakfast in a quaint neighbourhood cafe, where I had the most sumptuous chocolate croissant of the trip.

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After breakfast, we ambled around town, which was small but clean and very pleasant on the whole. I bought a box of chocolates from a kind and talkative German Frau.

 

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As she predicted, we soon found ourselves at the Freiburg Munster. This will be the first of many cathedrals throughout the trip, but nevertheless, we were awed by the steeples and gargoyles and the Old World grandeur of it all. 

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At noon, we had a quick lunch at the marketplace, and grabbed an obligatory beer nearby. Both were highly satisfactory.

 

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After a quick nap for me, we hopped on a few trams and trains and buses to the Black Forest in the vicinity. Great sights and food all around!

 

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Looking back, Germany was probably the most “painless” leg of our trip, but buoyed by our successes, we fell asleep eager to trek onwards to France.

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