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Trip Start
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Trip End
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Bremen, Bremen, Germany
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Anyways, the main point is that I spent the weekend in Germany.
I realized after returning from my month-long adventure that there is so much in Europe that I still want to see. After scouring the web to find the cheapest flight to the most interesting place, I decided that a trip to Bremen, Germany seemed like a grand idea.
I started asking around to see if anyone wanted to join. Unfortunately the University of Leeds has now entered its exam term, and
most good little students are spending their time studying. One gal was genuinely interested in going with me, but then we realized that she'd be gone over her birthday. I would personally love to spend my birthday in Germany, but she has had her hopes set high on a Jersey Shore-themed bash for the past month. Who am I to deny anyone such a classy party?
I thus decided to make the journey on my own. I mean, hey, that means there's no one to bicker with over what to eat for dinner.
I spent one beautiful afternoon in London before flying across the Channel. Upon arriving in Germany I reached the dreadful realization that I had not thought to look up any basic German phrases in advance. Good start. Luckily I had printed off some lovely English directions and found my way to the hostel just fine. I then got to master my pantomiming skills during the rest of the trip.
Prior to my arrival, I knew absolutely nothing about Bremen other than the fact that it was the 10th largest city in Germany. After spending just four days there, I've fallen in love with the town. It has a genuinely homey atmosphere, and everyone was constantly smiling.
Instead of going into great detail about how lovely the city was, I've just decided to attach a bunch of pictures. You know the drill.
The one nice thing about traveling by yourself is that you have the opportunity to meet other single travelers. I met some really amazing people in my hostel, some of whom had been backpacking for over eight months. I think they may be slightly crazy, but I have heaps of respect for them and their dedication.
In order to ease my slightly guilty conscience, I also brought along my notes and study supplies. I won't go into great detail about how often I cracked open the books, but let's just say that I would not be ready for my exams if I had them tomorrow.
When I went through customs in London upon my return, the woman asked me how long I was planning on staying in the UK. I told her that I had been here since September but would be returning home in less than two weeks. She gave me an odd look for a moment before commenting, "You sound sad, sweetie. You must really have enjoyed your time here."
Looking back at the past eight months, I've realized that she is absolutely right.
