It would be an understatement to say we are in Hamburg for only a short while. We arrived yesterday at nine AM and by nine AM tomorrow we will be in Berlin. While I regretted spending such a short time in London it was a benign regret; I know we will be back. But the chances of our returning to Hamburg are slim (though we want to come back and revisit where we went today) and so I will leave here with a different kind of sadness. Hamburg is a beautiful city, everywhere you turn is another pretty bridge or an old building with great architecture. You get a sense of the age, here, as well as it’s place in history. It’s been a prosperous city, having been a major trade route, and that shows in the type of buildings and how well it’s all been maintained.

Love locks are affixed to many older bridges

“But Robin,” I hear you all yelling. “We don’t want to hear about the buildings, we want to know how all that German practice turned out.”

“Sehr gut, Danke.”

For reasons largely relating to the grammatical inconsistencies of the German language (that I won’t bore you with) I’m having a hard time when people speak to me, but so far I’ve managed to sort out a train ticket problem with a ticket agent, get bottles of water, read menus and brochures, and even suss out the occasional print advertisement. Knowing what I do has more helped me understand what’s going on around me than it has helped me actually navigate doing things in Germany, though people seem to appreciate that I’m trying. And if nothing else, I’ve been able to help Jim order food (and more importantly beer).

Yesterday we mostly walked around the city, found the Hauptbahnhof for logistical reasons (which turned out to be a good thing thanks to today’s Amazing Race style misadventure in Eurailpass bureaucracy) and walked along the pedestrian malls down by the water. Saw this gentleman playing some sort of hammer dulcimer type instrument. It was absolutely beautiful and he was very gracious when I asked if I could take his picture. (Of course I asked in German!)

Today we went to see what we came all the way to Hamburg to see: Miniatur Wonderland (also called Modelbahn Wonderland)

It’s hard to really describe Miniatur Wonderland. I’ve been calling it Legoland on steroids since we first decided to come here, but that’s not a really fair comparison. This place has Legoland beat by a mile, and even Jim thinks so. (But he is quick to point out that the two places aren’t really playing on the same field.) To call it a model train display isn’t fair either, because if anything the trains feel like an excuse for what the place is really all about, a scale modeler’s paradise. Everywhere you look, the whole place is just one vignette after another. Some morbid (quite a lot of death and accidents) some very typically European (there was a lot of sex going on) everywhere you look is some slice of life or another.

What makes the place most amazing is the sheer attention to detail in every single aspect of what is being done. For example, the entire display (3 floors) undergoes a day and night cycle. Sunset through night and around to sunrise. But when night falls, the most amazing thing happens. Lights begin to go on in all the buildings. The lights weren’t on and you notice them now, the lights actually start to come on. Headlights begin to flip on on the cars, and Las Vegas (seen above) comes blazing to life. As the lights come up, new scenes are revealed through windows.

Through the window of a hotel

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