more from heidelberg

As mentioned in this post, I spent the last day of my “Mannheim weekend” in Heidelberg. Taylor and her husband drove me to the Heidelberg train station so I could catch my train back to Nuremberg. Before my train, though, we walked around the city and Taylor told me more stories of their initial arrival in November and their first encounters with Germans. Keep in mind that neither of them had ever been to Europe and Taylor’s husband is as All-American as they come (this = automatic humor).

One of my favorite stories involves Taylor asking a German woman, “Excuse me, do you speak English?”. Sometimes, that's a harmless question - sure. Other times, however, it warrants responses like the one Taylor received: “Yes, I speak English.Ever since your country invaded my country after WWII and Americanized every town with your businesses and customs, yes - we all speak English here”. I laugh every time I think of poor Taylor stepping off the plane only to experience that as her first impression of Germany. Of course, she and her husband have both since encountered their fair share of nice and polite Germans and do feel at home in their city.

I liked Heidelberg,
and it's kind of hard to resist
when your awesome hostess drop you off at the train station

and says, "Come back soon -anytime, really!"

I'll be back very soon, I suspect...

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