During the last weekend of September I ventured out of Italy for the first time. Ever since my first German language class in seventh grade, I had always dreamed of visiting my homeland. A pink and orange sunrise warmly welcomed us as we drove through the quaint countryside and into the city of Munich. I could not believe that the mental picture that I had crafted in my mind, which stemmed from all of the stories that my Oma told me as a child, actually matched the scenery in front of my eyes. I was in pure awe as we were approaching the city and that feeling of amazement lasted the whole weekend.
Though I was expecting legendary beer, I did not realize how delicious the food would be. Truthfully, the Käsespätzle (mac & cheese topped with frizzled onions) and the Hendl (roasted half chicken) at the Hofbrau tent were some of my favorite meals of my whole study abroad experience.
Over the course of the weekend I devoured pretzels the size of my head, many varieties of sausages, donuts, funnel cakes, gingerbread cookies, and roasted beer nuts. I got a genuine taste of Bavarian grub.
I fantasized about my
weekend as we journeyed back to Italy. The green rolling hills of Germany quickly transformed into mountains, and soon we were in the middle of the foggy Austrian Alps. Before I knew it, I was back in the land of pasta and pizza.
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