Oh, Germany. How I love thee. The Christmas markets are like no other. I mean, I’ve been to some great ones outside of Germany (Prague is fabulous as well as Straßburg), but at home they are quite sad (I’m looking at you, Bern). Germans know how to do Christmas. The Glühwein, the chocolate covered fruit, the beer, the Glühwein, the markets, the rides, did I … Continue reading And we ate All the Things