A Tiny Trip to Tübingen & Rottenburg

A few weeks ago, we made a spontaneous decision (work related, for Dan) to visit our two friends in Germany. With a place to stay, good people to show us around, & plenty to get done, we booked two bus tickets for an almost week-long trip in the tiny town of Tübingen. & besides working, we got to catch up with Ryan & Kiki, explore the streets of their small city, ride our bikes through the windy countryside to Rottenburg, & eat as many German pretzels & apple strudels as we could. We also picked up the tastiest rhubarb jam from the market, a few cute postcards from a vendor, & sampled the second best chai latte that I've ever had in Europe.

Dresden, Germany

The sudden burst of explosions woke up the city's sleeping residents. The sounds of roaring fire, collapsing floors, & screams could be heard from above hundreds of shaking & crumbling cellar ceilings. Then, more deafening explosions & more burning flames came tearing through the town; making it hard to breathe, to find others, to escape. There was no room for hope, not even a sliver. Only terror & mass chaos & death could be felt as the bombs kept falling again & again.

I can only imagine what it must have been like to experience the bombing of Dresden, Germany. I can listen to tour guides, walk along the rebuilt ruins that were once completely leveled, & see a faint memory of what once was. & as we explored the remodeled architecture, wandered into medieval markets, & drank rum-spiced eggnog from Christmas stands, I thought about what it all meant. Even to a country that, at the time, was allowing so much evil to permeate the world. I wondered (even in my own life) about the constant struggle: to live through terrible anguish, to finally accept defeat, to ask for help when in ruin, & to move forward once again.