After a last few adventures in Copenhagen with my mom, it was time to drive back to Germany.
I felt pretty guilty that my mom had always driven me to Copenhagen, even when she came to see me, and always had to pay an exorbitant amount for the ferry. So this time I suggested we drive over Funen to get to the mainland, and maybe we could stop at a few places in Germany that we wouldn’t usually go out of our way to visit.
The drive through Denmark was pretty, but not terribly exciting. The highway passed far away from any major attractions, and I didn’t know of anything along the way that would be worth stopping for. Instead, we headed straight through to good old familiar, inexpensive Germany.
First stop: Flensburg, because I had seen these sports-shaped breads online that I absolutely needed to try.
We didn’t see much of Flensburg except the inside of a shopping mall. But even though we had barely crossed the border, I was reminded that I was once again in a football-fanatic country right before a major tournament. And, as such, everything was Germany- and football-themed for the Euro 2016.
After Flensburg we decided to head over to Lübeck, a Hanseatic city now famous for its marzipan.
It’s also home to the Holsentor, which people know as having been on the 50 Mark bill (looking a lot less crooked than it does in person). It was built in the 15th century, almost torn down in the mid-19th century, and is now a UNESCO World Heritage Site.
After a half-day of driving, we just wanted to stretch our legs a bit in the medieval old town.
Naturally, we had to take a look inside one of the marzipan confectionaries. We ended up in the Café Niederegger, a sprawling shop filled with hundreds of different marzipans flavours and a café upstairs. I opted for a scoop of marzipan ice cream from the ice cream parlour and some marzipan liqueur to go.
We checked into our hotel then wandered through the city some more, trying to find somewhere to eat on a Tuesday evening.
For a touristy city at the beginning of summer, there were surprisingly few places to eat open after 7:00 PM. But we were rewarded for our persistent searching with a place called Peter Pane. After a day of eating junk food on the road, the restaurant’s crisp salads and refreshing beer felt heavenly.
I’m crushed we don’t have Peter Pane anywhere close to home. The salad was so delicious, but they’re really famous for their burgers.
At the end of a long day, we headed back to our hotel for the night before the roadtrip continued.
The next day, since we were in northern Germany for once in our lives, my mom wanted to check out the area one of her German friends in Canada had grown up in.
We started the morning with a walk along the windy Timmendorfer Strand, a popular short vacation spot for a lot of North Germans.
We headed through some small towns and finally ended up in Eutin, a quaint little town that was hosting the province’s garden show (Landesgartenschau) in its little castle.
After picking up some breakfast and lunch to go, we decided to power through most of the country until we could stop in Heidelberg, a city not too far from home that we somehow never manage to visit.
Sadly, the weather and traffic had other plans for us.
Instead we finished the trek home, I hugged my cat, unpacked my bags, ate a football bun, drank some German beer, and settled in to my two-month stay.