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I’ll be going back to Europe next month. In 23 days, to be exact. I can’t wait.
I grew up in a small town 30 minutes outside of Köln (Cologne). I liked growing up having that small-town feel, and yet being able to hop on a train and go to a big city in no time. When people ask me where I am from, I proudly tell them that I am from the Rhineland. When I think of home, I think of Köln.
Even though I have never technically lived within its city boundaries, Köln represents everything about home to me. When I see a picture of the skyline above, my heart gets all fluttery and excited. I have family and friends in Köln, although I don’t really need any excuse to go there. I always make a point of spending some time in Köln when I go back to visit anyway.
J’s dying to have lunch at “Early Beer” (his cute nickname for the “Früh“( engl.: early) brewery), where they actually serve you beer as early as 8 a.m. in the morning along with some traditional – really yummy, I’d like to add – German food.
I, on the other hand, can’t wait to walk around, have coffee in one of the many authentic little coffee places and take yet again a gazillion photos of the cathedral, the Alder Maat (Old Market) and the Rhine, like it is the very first time. I never get tired of the views.
Although I have permanently lived in California for almost 4 years now (and on and off for the 4,5 years before then), whenever I go home and walk the streets of Cologne, it feels like I haven’t been away at all. It’s kind of nice to call two places in this world home.