Ich liebe Weimar! I can't believe such a beautiful city exists.
Things to remember: when ordering a fish sandwich...the fish is not fried, neither completely cooked, just pickled.
I didn't make this mistake of course,my friend Suzanne was terrified by her choice.I ate Kartoffel salat mit wurst:)
We spent most of the day at the Goethehaus. I've never seen literature so celebrated. Weimar is almost the Stratford on Avon of England.
I started to think about writers and poets of America. Who is our Goethe? What piece of prose or excerpt of poetry is recognized nationally? Is there any? Try to think of one. Then ask 5 people if they are familiar with it...I'd like to hear this isn't the case
But Weimar, how adorable.
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