Hamburg in December is Christmas.
It’s a fact. I’ve been nowhere else in the world that embraces and embodies Christmas quite like Hamburg. It was amazing. It was magical. So magical that I could have cried.
I didn’t, but I was close.
When we decided to move to Europe I knew we had to visit a Christmas market. It’s not that I’m some crazy festive elf—it’s actually quite the opposite—I’m just a really big fan of warm drinks, great food, and twinkle lights. When we saw that Dave had a long weekend at the beginning of December I knew it was fate; so, I pushed for a trip to Germany. I wasn’t picky, anywhere with a Christmas market would do.
When we came across a reasonable flight to Hamburg – a city that peaked Dave’s sustainable development student interest – we knew it was meant to be. Read the full post at: http://wp.me/p5BYuE-6Z
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