Missing Germany

As fall and October begin, I can't help being reminded of my experiences last fall and winter in Germany.

 

It wasn't until I had left Germany, that I realized how much I had fallen in love with the language, culture, cuisine, cities, towns, countryside and the people.

There was something magical about being able to go the country that has the roots of my heritage. 

I never felt out of place. It was new, but welcoming.

Planning my return to Germany will have to be enough, for now.