Marzipan and Castles: Lübeck and Schwerin (Tour of the North, Part II)

Dearest followers,

Yes, I realize that it's December. 

And I'm still doing Fall Break blog entries.  

But this is the last one, I swear.  

And best, of all, it has pretty pictures! (Well, as pretty as I can manage.)

After Melody, Sophia, and I fled the harsh storms of Hamburg, we arrived in Lübeck, which is as adorable and picturesque as everyone has said. 

Like a lot of cities in the north of Germany, this city, which still has its impressive city wall, used to be a vital harbor back in the day.  And by that, I mean, in the 1500s, when it was home to the Hanseatic League, which, as I've discussed before, sounds way more sinister than it actually was.

Now Lübeck is known for its cute city (so cute that UNESCO said the world had to take care of it) and its delicious marzipan!

Okay, it's also the birthplace of Willy Brandt, both Heinrich and Thomas Mann, and the hangout spot for Günter Grass.  

Who knew such a cute city could inspire such weird, depressing German literature? 

(Public Service Announcement for any of you interested in German lit: if the main character doesn't commit suicide, there will at least one awkward sex scene.)

Although Lübeck is the second-largest city in Schleswig-Holstein, it feels small.  When we went, there hardly any tourists, which made the city feel even smaller!

It was a cold and chilly day, but I had also neglected to properly charge my camera battery, so I only have a few photos to offer of the city!

Entrance to the city through the old city gate

A little side street devoid of tourists...
and people in general.

Outside St. Mary's Church, there is the cutest little devil you'll ever see.

But really, guys, he's actually the Devil.

According to legend, the Devil helped builders build what he believed was a new brewery and drinking hall.  To his surprise and dismay, he realized too late that he was helping the residents of Lübeck build a church.  In his rage, he began to scratch the stones of church (apparently, his claw marks can still be seen on the stones).  To keep him from destroying the church, the residents of Lübeck made a deal with the devil (this sort of thing happens a lot in Germany, apparently) and built a brewery across from the church on the condition that the Devil would leave the church unharmed.

Although the historical and literary buildings are pretty cool, Melody and I were way more interested in Lübeck's other attraction: almond paste!  Marzipan!

Now, I've always had this thing against marzipan, because I remember not liking it as a kid.  Which just proves that I was stupid when I was little.  I mean, it's pure sugar and almonds.

Anyway, Melody and I headed to Niederegger, the most famous marzipan producer in Germany, where everyday, they stage a marzipan show.

One of the master marzipan makers teaches the audience a little bit about marzipan and the history of the company, which has been around for over 200 years.  Their current head marzipan maker has been in the Guinness Book of World Records for making the world's largest marzipan dress and marzipan pig.  That's dedication.

And then the fun starts!

Everyone is given a small chunk of marzipan and then we are taught how to mold and shape our marzipan sticks!  We first learn how to make shapes like circles, teardrops, and cubes.  (Or you could be the guy across from us, who just ate his!)

Then the hard part starts.

Once your hands are pretty much coated in marzipan, you get to choose whether you want to make a rose or an animal.  Melody and I tried our hands at making some animals!  

At first, I made a dog, but he was little tiny (despite his very cute little pug tail!) so I broke him apart and began to make a teddy bear. But then I shaped his ears too small, so I ripped the bear apart, settling on a penguin.

Hey there, little buddy.

Melody was a bit choosier - going for a bear and then a kitty.

Marzipan friends!

Both marzipan friends were harmed after the taking of this picture.

After we both went a little crazy in the store (MARZIPAN FOR EVERYONE!) we headed up to the famous Marzipan Cafe for...what else?

Kaffee und Kuchen.

A marzipan hot chocolate and a black cherry chocolate
cream cake.
Decadent, indeed.

The warm drinks and the tasty cake made for a perfect afternoon snack away from the cold weather.

We spent the rest of the day just strolling through the city, relaxing and enjoying the sights.

In the evening, we set out for Schwerin, our last stop!

Now, I've stayed in some weird hostels during my time abroad (although I try to avoid the really weird ones - thanks HostelWorld!), but my experience at Schwerin was truly weird.

We arrived late in Schwerin and walked to our hostel through little cobblestoned streets past lakes and ponds that are scattered through the town.  When we got to our hostel, Melody and I were surprised to discover that no one was there.  After knocking several times, still no one appeared, so I called the number on the contact page.

A friendly woman picked up and told us the numerical code to a small black box on the side of the house, which held our house and room keys.  Once we unlocked the front door, she directed us to pick up our bedding, reminded us that the kitchen was free for us to use, and then she hung up.

Confused, Melody and I climbed the four flights of winding stairs up to our room, which was a 8 person bedroom.  Except we were only people there.

As we walked downstairs to eat dinner in the kitchen, we kept looking around for other people.  The kitchen lights and radio were both on, travel books and some personal items were on the table, and there were dishes drying by the sink.

And yet, there was no one.

We ate dinner and planned our day for the morning.  Still no one.  Then we went up to bed.  Still no one.

And when we set out early in the morning for Schwerin's biggest attraction, Schwerin Castle ("The Neuschwanstein of the North"), there was no other life in the house, except for us.  I tried to call the number again to say we were leaving our luggage until the afternoon when we would catch our train, but no one picked up.

At this time, we were both confused, but we set out for the castle, which was pretty easy to find.

Literally: "Castle Street"

Oh, there it is!

We struggled to find food in morning, because we both totally forgot that it was Reformation Day, which is conveniently only celebrated as a holiday in five German states.

Specifically, the one we were visiting and Sachsen, where we live.

Which means, that everything food related was closed.

Damn you, Germany and your Feiertage!

The first cause of American deaths in Germany -
starvation on Feiertage and Sundays.

Melody and I get along because we both belong to the personality type of No food means no happiness until food is acquired. 

Luckily, we didn't have to starve for long.  

We found one bakery that was open and we happily stocked up on food for the rest of the day.

Food and happiness restored, we strolled to the castle and munched on breakfast while we wandered through the gardens, waiting for the castle to open.

Schwerin Castle and its exquisite gardens are located on an island.  It used to be the home of the grand dukes of Mecklenburg-Vorpommern, but now it houses their parliament.

Not my photo.
I wish it was, but I had to give up my
helicopter to come to Germany.

Oh, and it's totally gorgeous.

Part of the castle is being refinished this year.

A look out onto the Schwerin Lake.

We strolled through the gardens and took in the last leaves of the season.

The castle doesn't need guards - it has a huge flock of
aggressive and scary seagulls!

Oh yeah, I could live here.

In other news, I love the super vivid setting
on my camera.

Since the castle was so lovely, I decide to make it lovelier by sticking my face into some pictures...

Alas, the pictures really serve only to remind everyone that I shouldn't be let out in public.

No seriously...

Why did you let me leave the country,
let alone the house, parents?!

We toured the back of the castle and explored the lakeside...

This art installation allows visitors to create their own works
of art against the backdrop of the lake.

Too cool!

We then visited the inside of the castle, which (shocker!) is just as gorgeous inside.  But you weren't allowed to take pictures inside (boo hiss).

But I can't be deterred in my blogalistic duties, so....

The photos below are: a) not mine, and b) probably not legally taken to begin with, so enjoy the interior of Schwerin castle while you can.

This is the famous Blumenzimmer, favored by the Duchesses.

The amazingly detailed throne room ceiling

And the throne itself.

The castle is also supposedly haunted by a little poltergeist named Petermännchen, who takes the appearance of a little cavalier who is generally reported to be good natured.

After touring the castle, we strolled the city of Schwerin, which is cute as a button.

Hi.

I would like to live here.

One of the old buildings in Schwerin.

The old power plant now serves as a theater

As we returned to the hostel, we were pleasantly surprised to find someone there!  We paid for our night's stay and went to get our luggage.

But when we came back downstairs, everyone was gone again.

Did Melody and I pay a ghost?  Perhaps a relative of Petermännchen?

Who knows.

What I do know is that both Lübeck and Schwerin are adorable harbor cities and made a great finish to our Tour of North!  Hopefully, we can visit again - especially when the gardens of Schwerin are in full bloom!

Lots of Love,

Your Humble Blogger

PS.  One week until I'm back in America!

Proud Free Cities: Bremen and Hamburg (Tour of the North, Part I)

Hello my dearest followers!

First things first,  I finally updated my email feed! Yippie!

So, if you'd like to receive email updates whenever I post a new entry, just click the little button (the one with the winged letter) on your right and you'll be directed to my new email subscription service! I promise I won't barrage you with emails - just little snippets about the latest posts.

I'm also trying to get the RSS feed updated, but that is proving to be a greater battle than anticipated...

Anyway, back to my fall break.

After the gang of six in Prague broke up, Melody and I decided to travel to the Northern part of Germany.  We were joined by a Russian teaching assistant who works in the same town as Melody -Sophia!

None of us had been to the Northern parts of Germany before and we had an extra week to spend.  We mapped out the cheapest tour by train:  Chemnitz to Bremen, Bremen to Hamburg, Hamburg to Lübeck, Lübeck to Schwerin, and from Schwerin to Chemnitz.

In essence, the perfect little tour of 4 "states" in Northern Germany - Bremen, Hamburg, Schleswig-Holstein, and Mecklenburg-Vorpommern.

At this point, you might be saying - Whaaaaat?! Bremen and Hamburg are German "states"?! 

(You might also be saying - Whaaaa?! Germany has states?!  But I don't want to insult your intelligence, dear reader, so click here quietly and we'll never speak of this again, 'kay?)

Back to my point:  Bremen and Hamburg (and Berlin too, since we're talking about it) are the only cities in Germany which are also states.  Which makes them city-states, I guess.

What I know for certain it makes them is incredibly proud and independent cities with a long tradition of being proud and independent.  Bremen and Hamburg have their own unique quirks and their own history, so I've tried to consolidate and make mini-posts about each city, with the best sights and adventures we had.

Bremen - Beware, Plattdüütsch.


Bremen, which sits in between two branches of the Weser river, is an old trade city and once belonged to the powerful Hanseatic League that basically ruled Northern Germany from the 13th century until the 17th century.  Its Altstadt is renown for its beauty and the city was popularized by the Brothers Grimm in their fairy tale, the Bremen Town Musicians.  (Unlike many of the Grimms' amazingly gory fairy tales, it's a cute little tale about 4 animals - a donkey, a dog, a cat, and a rooster - who travel to Bremen to find freedom.)

As Melody, Sophia, and I arrived in Bremen, we realized that this German town had a lot more to offer than just a charming Altstadt.  In fact, we stumbled onto Bremen during its yearly festival (which is currently celebrating its 979th year!):  the Freimarkt!

But more on that later - let's first take a little tour of the old city center, which is gorgeous.

Some of the Freimarkt was already set up downtown!

Needless to say, we indulged in some street market food (read: crepes) as we strolled along, examining the trinkets and souvenirs for sale.

Die Bremer Stadtmusikanten!Rubbing the donkey's leg is said to
bring good luck.

This is Roland.
He's been guarding the Bremen town square
 since 1404.

Although there are other statues in cities that
belonged to the Holy Roman Empire,
Bremen's Roland is the biggest.

The Bremen Cathedral

The Rathaus.

The Post Office.

Farther into the heart of Bremen, near to the Weser River is a reminder of the times past, when fishing and trade were the lifeblood of the city.  The Schnoor (Schnoor Quarter) got its name from the weavers who made ropes, cables, and lines for ships.  The tiny, winding streets and half-timbered houses reminded me a lot of Tübingen...

The beginning of the Schnoor Quarter

Sophia and Melody!

The Bremen Town Musicians (again); this time
a little more literate!

An inscription in Platt Deustch, the dialect
of the area.
Roughly translated:
Dies Platz bevor uns [ist] das alte Schnoorhaus
(The place before us is the old Schnoor house)

Once, again, for the record - German makes no sense.

An art gallery in front of a fountain.

After touring the Schnoor Quarter and grabbing dinner, we headed over to the central train station and the real Freimarkt. 

It was crazy!  Behind the train station was a fairground that is put into use just for the yearly Freimarkt. And it was packed with people.  The smells of fair food and the sounds of arcade games would not be out of place at an American state fair.  (Of course, it was all the German variety, so more bratwurst and beer than corndogs and elephant ears.)

There were moments where I could imagine I was back home at the county fair...

Although I don't think we ever set up a 5 loop roller coaster.

And then there were times that were wonderfully German too...

A whole half meter of Bratwurst.

(Ketchup not included, because Germans only eat it with
mustard.)

A place to grab a beer and break out in your best rendition of
"Schatzi, schenk mir ein Foto"

I couldn't ignore this wonderful copyright infringement
that gives this blog its name.

A friendly anthropomorphic gingerbread heart reminds
visitors and vendors not to serve booze to kids.

But I have a feeling that no one was getting carded that night.

Although the Freimarkt was very loud and very bright (at times, possibly seizure inducing), I can't say it was a highlight.  Maybe I'm just a jaded American, but it's something I see nearly every year, except with more show llamas and 4H projects and much less alcohol.

Unless you're a connoisseur of fair food and arcade games (is that a thing?), I wouldn't recommend making the trip all the way to Bremen to see it.

The next day, we took a leisurely morning stroll along the Weser and admired the quieter part of town and the changing leaves.

We all fell in love with a very yellow Ginkgo tree and we had a little photoshoot.  Melody and I both have our Facebook profile pictures (you know that means serious business) in front of this tree!

Oh look, it's me!

Sophia had to catch a ride to Hamburg earlier, so Melody and I were left to bum around Bremen.

Which meant we went to the Kunsthalle!

Photo Credit: Bremen Tourism Office

The Bremen Art Museum has to be one of the weirdest art museums I've ever been to.  Okay, to be fair, the Tate Modern will always win that battle (remember the installation made with goat poop and a ironing board? I do.), but the Bremen Art Museum was a such a strange juxtaposition of Romantic art and Modern installation art.

The museum is known for its collection of Romantic and Impressionist art.  The museum's curators have everything roughly arranged by periods, but they also love to mix media and periods.  In one area we found overly romanticized landscapes nestled next to sharp black and white photography.  Most of the time, the strange mix worked.  Other times, it was less than successful and the mixture of the art medias was a little overwhelming.

Now, if you may recall, I'm not a huge fan of modern art. 

And I especially despise installation art, which, in my opinion, is the height of pretentious, hideous, and generally pointless art. 

Yet to every rule, there is an exception, and this is proving to be the year of exceptions. 

The Bremen Kunsthalle has a lovely modern art installation by James Turrell, which makes use of all three levels of the museum.  Above - Between - Below was installed in 2010.  Oval, LED-it glass panels that are placed in the identical location on each floor, making it possible for the viewer to look above and below on each floor. 

Photo Credit: The Internet! Thanks Google!

The base floor panel shows a backlit image of space, which is lit differently through each progressively higher panel, until you reach the third floor, where the viewing room is cold and LED light is white. Overall, you feel like you're in space, looking out into the stars.

Now, when I was really little, I really wanted to be an astronaut (and then I learned you had to be good at math to do that - sigh) and I also really loved my astronomy class in college.  The science of space just blows my mind and I love it.  So, yeah, I loved this installation.

Go you, James Turrell, for restoring my faith in modern art.

Well that is, until I walked into the next room, where it was a just a television that showed a someone tying their shoes and brushing their teeth in an endless loop.  

Melody and I had the same reaction.

Or the next room, with the "landscapes" that were slightly curved lines drawn in crayons on sheets of paper.

So we peaced out and made our way to Hamburg (or tried to - our train went from being 5 minutes late to 50 minutes late in less than one minute).


Hamburg - Windy, Cold, and Wet.  

First things first: Hamburg is, officially, my least favorite city in Germany!

Okay, maybe it was the weather and time of year we went.

But still.

It made me incredibly sad and disappointed because I wanted to like it so much.  My friend Emily loved her time in Hamburg and still talks about it fondly.

Hamburg did improve while we were there, but it is still not one of my favorite cities.

We started off the first day (which was really the evening by the time our train got us there) on the wrong foot.  Even though our hostel was very nice, it was in St. Pauli, which, in hindsight, should have been a clue that we were in the party district.

St. Pauli is also home to the (in)famous Reeperbahn street, which is really not as cool or scary (depending on what your views on red light districts are) as everyone says.  

Okay, the sheer number of sex shops is creepy and awkward, but honestly, they're everywhere in Germany.  Unless you've never seen one before, it's probably shocking, but downtown Chemnitz has one across from the Opera house and the Stuttgart airport has one by the arrivals gate.  (Both are strange places to build a sex shop, I admit.) 

Germans.

But what actually shocked me more about the Reeperbahn (and Hamburg in general) was the high level of poverty, day-drinking, homelessness, and general despair.  Many people had warned me that the former East, especially cities like Chemnitz, would be the epicenter of Germany's unemployment, poverty, and alcohol problems.  Yet, I saw more of that in Hamburg than I have ever seen anywhere else in Germany including "the East".  Parts of Hamburg were just very sad and depressing.

But I digress.

We decided to set out for a quick evening stroll to the famous St. Pauli Fishmarket, which actually sells fish only on early Sunday mornings.  We missed our chance to go on Sunday morning, but apparently it's very cool.

It was cold and windy.  And by the time we reached the landing docks, it was already dark.  We were all hungry and tired, but we had trouble finding a place to eat.  And then we got lost.

So then we were lost, hungry, tired, and cold.

This would become the theme of most of our time in Hamburg.

Hamburg is known for being the Broadway of Germany.
The Lion King (in German, of course) has its own
floating theater that can be reached by ship.

Eventually, we found our way back and we found a grocery store along the way, so we munched on sandwiches in the basement of our hostel, which was also a bar.  We chatted with some of the other backpackers (from the Netherlands and England) who were there and we crawled happily into our bunk beds and passed out.

Until that is, our roommates came back from their pub crawl and decided that they should turn on all the lights and yell a lot.

Yes, this is a hazard of hosteling, but most people aren't horrible and obnoxious.  (I'm glad to report that they were Australians, not Americans. Whew.)

By the time we woke up (again) in the morning, we were all a little grumpy.  We set out for the Altstadt to catch the free walking tour.  When we left, it was warmish and sunny.  Things got a bit better and the world was looking to be a better place.

Hamburg is an industrial Venice, with hundreds of bridges spanning financial buildings and warehouses.  (It actually has more bridges than Venice!)

In an effort to get people to stop littering,
the trash cans in Hamburg are a bit sassy.

"Stay clean, my Hamburg!"

We met our tour near the Rathaus and began our tour around the city!  

Hamburg was the home of the Hanseatic League, who ruled the city with a fist and rejected the rule of kings and emperors.  Hamburg was ravaged by the Vikings, the Black Death, fires (one in 1284 and one in 1842, which destroyed a quarter of the city), the last wave of the cholera epidemic, and heavy bombing during WWII.  It is unsurprising then, that the majority of city is fairly "new", at least in terms of cities like Bremen.

The Rathaus

Part of the square around the Rathaus

This church door knocker which survived
the Great Fire of 1842, shows that German
craftsmen in the 14th century had no idea what
real lions looked like!

A counting house in Hamburg built during the height
of Hamburg's success during the Victorian era,

The walls are emblazoned with the shields of various
trading guilds and craftsmen.

One of Hamburg's first skyscrapers, the Chilehaus.
It is famous for its very sharp look!

Another counting house, the Afrikahaus,
was built by the Woermann trading company
who profited from the German colonization
of Africa.

St. Nicholas' Church was the tallest church spire
in the world during the 1800s.
Unfortunately, its height also made it the perfect
landmark for RAF planes carrying fire bombs in WWII.

The church, except for its spire and back wall, was completely
destroyed during the war.  It remains as it is today as a memorial
to the victims of WWII.

This statue is dedicated to those in the Hamburg
area who were murdered in Nazi concentration camps.

Another view of the bombed out tower.

A statue dedicated to the victims of Operation Gomorrah.

A view of the houses from a floating dock.

A simple memorial to the spot that started the Great Fire of 1842.

The more modern part of the city is HafenCity ("Harbor City").
HafenCity was originally created and was rapidly built as the
taxation-free zone of Hamburg.

The Speicherstadt (or Warehouse Quarter) in
HafenCity is home to old Victorian
warehouses that were located in the tax free zone.

The newer part of HafenCity is set to become an urban
housing development.

 Currently, it is an architectural playground, which the new
Elbe Philharmonic building as its crown jewel.

If it ever is finished being built, that is. 

Although our tour was nice, we had to compete with chilly winds and rain throughout the whole tour. We also got lost on the way back home too.  And we also encountered more difficulties in finding food. 

Sophia eventually prodded us into a little Italian restaurant.  I was skeptical because the majority of the menu was handwritten and it looked a little sketchy, but Sophia pushed us in.  

It was decorated with family photos and large televisions showing the latest soccer matches.  The owner yelled out orders to the chef in loud Italian.  It had a very homey vibe and was very authentically Italian.  And let me say this - it was the best Italian food I've ever eaten.  It was especially welcome after a long day of walking in the wind, the cold, and the rain!

After our delicious meal, our waiter/the owner inquired if we were German or not.  We all explained that no, we weren't, and we each said our hometown.  

Now, when I'm asked, I usually default to "near Chicago" because: a) It's easier and b) most people in Europe have some idea where Chicago is.  

(Except for my younger students, who asked me what New York was like because "I live so close", which means they think Chicago and Boston are the same place. Sigh.  Which means they also think Boston is close to New York. Double Sigh.)

The owner immediately lit up when I said "near Chicago" and vigorously shook my hand, with a huge smile on his face, repeating the word "Chicago" each time he shook my hand.  I smiled stupidly back at him for the next half of a minute while he did this.  That is, until he yelled out "Chicago!" to kitchen, where four or five Italians popped out to look at the American from Chicago. They all smiled at me and cheered "Chicago!"  

Meanwhile, Melody and Sophia were both gigging while the owner kept beaming at me and shaking my hand like I was a long lost relative.   We were eventually set free to go back to our hostel, laughing the whole way.

The next day, the weather was even worse.  Which I didn't think was possible.  

We actually just thought it was bad weather, until we learned that no, this was actually a storm named St. Jude.  It knocked out trains for the day and killed eight people.

But we were walking outside in the wind and the rain, because we didn't know any better.  (And also because Germany dropped the ball on issuing a travel warning.)

We decided to explore the Elbtunnel, which (surprise, surprise) is a tunnel that goes underneath the Elbe River.  We had heard the tunnel was a cool sight and supposedly we could see the water around us, like a glass tunnel.

Well, people are liars.  The tunnel was not very exciting at all and certainly not see-through. But it did keep us out of the storm for while!

The middle of the tunnel puts you 21 meters under the Elbe!

When we emerged on the other side of the tunnel, the wind and rain had let up a bit.

We also took a stroll downtown, even though it was very windy!  We also popped into a couple of stores and churches.

We also strolled into Spicy's Spice Museum (no seriously, that's it's name) in HafenCity. The museum was set up as a tribute the brisk spice trade that Hamburg did during its height as a port city. 

It was a weird museum, but the smells and sights were pretty amazing.  I also think it's funny, considering that Germans are notorious haters of anything vaguely spicy (with the exception of Döner, of course).

An old spice cabinet.

An interactive spice exhibit, where you
could smell, touch, and (for the daring)
taste all types of spices.

Later in the evening, we went to Hamburg's top rated attraction: Miniature Wonderland.

Now, when I first heard of it, I was a skeptic.

The world's largest model train set? Whatever.

But then I went there.

Since it's a such a popular attraction, you have to reserve a time to visit.  Ideally, you should spend two hours going through the exhibit.

Melody and I spent 3 hours.

The beginning of the exhibit is a short tour of German history, complete with narration.  The little dioramas are amazingly detailed and viewers can watch as the city and fields alter through time.

You can spot farmers in the field...

Knights jousting...

Plague ridden bodies being hauled away...

A miniature Luther and his miniature theses...

And even a pied piper!

We travel through time from the Germanic tribes to the present day, experiencing the Middle Ages, the Reformation, the Industrial Revolution, the World Wars, and the division of Germany.

Aftermath of WWII

The first barrier between East and West in 1949.

You can watch as the barrier becomes
more heavily fortified and the disparity
in the development of East and West happens.

The last diorama depicts the Fall of the Wall in 1989...

In another room, the exhibit from the 2008 Elections in Germany invited the political parties to create dioramas that depicted their ideal society.  It was a cool exhibit!

One of the parties corrects the slogan of the French Revolution
 "Freedom, Equality, and Brotherhood" to
"Freedom, Equality, and Sisterhood". 

Another party depicts the role of Germany in the EU
with the EU flag as the foundation of the land.

All of these exhibits were cool, but then we turned the corner.

The main exhibit is divided into many parts that flow into each other across 2 floors: Switzerland, Austria, Germany, the imaginary German city of Knuffingen and its airport, Scandinavia and America (but really only the West Coast).  They're currently working on Italy right now.

The exhibit cycles between daytime and nighttime every 20 minutes and small parts of the exhibit can be controlled by viewers with the push of a button.

When you first see the actual visit, you encounter the Swiss Alps...

The sun sets on Switzerland.

Size perspective.

Various trains run through the exhibit,
timed to perfection.

The exhibit also has adorable jokes and details,
like this cheese truck with wheels of cheese
on the loose down the mountainside.

Or this elephant helping out with road paving!

Meanwhile, in the Germany section...

During the nighttime, the concert lights up and the singers on the
stage move and sing.

Germany's most iconic castle - Neuschwanstein -
also makes an appearance.

The Knuffingen Airport is an amazing feat of

technology with planes that land, take off,

and taxi through the airport. Various cars

and trucks also roam through the airport.

You can track the arrivals and departures on

a board.

Unfortunately, my camera battery died before we could reach America and Scandinavia, but let me assure you, it was amazing.

If you go to Hamburg, it's a must see!

Our last half-day in Hamburg, we spent visiting the Kunsthalle in Hamburg, which has a huge and gorgeous collection of all types and eras of art.  It also famously houses a great collection of one of Germany's most beloved artists: Caspar David Friedrich.

Getting to see "Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog"
was a highlight.

Did you know that his coat is actually a dark hunter
green?!
Yeah, it is.

Melody and I had a great time in the museum and it was a great way to end our trip to Hamburg.

Although Hamburg was cold, rainy, and sometimes very miserable, the city did improve while we were there.  Hamburg may be my least favorite city in Germany, but there still are some really great sights in the city!

Next Post:  The last part of my fall break trip! We visit the charming city of Lübeck and indulge in its marzipan, and we also tour the "Neuschwanstein of the North" - Schwerin Castle!