Walking through Bremen’s history
The most common response to me choosing to go to Bremen, in Germany, is ‘why?’. “Well… to go to language school.” “O. But why Bremen? Why not Berlin, or Hamburg or München?” So I thought Bremen would be full of Germans and wouldn’t have any tourists. It seemed like nobody…
Mad cash cow disease
So, how mad do you need to be to want to live in a castle? To feel like a princess every day? To feel like you are in your own movie? Not too mad I reckon. If only I had the money. I would buy this little beauty on the…
Feeling history
Walking into Sachsenhausen is one of the most bizarre, eery and emotional things I’ve done as a tourist. I went on a chilly day at the start of the year. Only two nights before had I been celebrating the new year and gazed at the fireworks. Now I plowed through…
Hungry ATMs abroad
I never really saw the point in having a credit card. I am not a person who purchases things she cannot afford. I am a saver. First the money, then the things. I quickly saw the advantages of credit cards when an ATM in Berlin decided to eat my card.…