In the middle of a whirlwind tour of the UK, we flew to Hamburg, Germany (boy are our arms tired, ha) to visit friends. For the duration of our stay in Hamburg, we didn’t stay in hotels, tour many historic sites, or contribute to the tourist traps. Instead, we squeezed into our German friends’ lives – ate homemade meals with them, played on the Elbe River together, shopped, talked, laughed and learned more about each other. The best kind of travel – Travel with the heart.
On my final night in Hamburg, it became glaringly apparent, I must return to Hamburg – to be with my friends again, to partake of the wonderful Northern German gastro delights of fresh fish, cheeses, meats and breads, and to play in the Elbe River once more. But there is also an infinitely more dire reason I must make a reappearance in Hamburg. I must return to see “the cheeseman”. You see, upon the eve of my departure I learned that “the cheeseman” is Brad Pitt – David Beckham – Channing Tatum – Ryan Lochte all rolled into one glorious package selling, what else but cheese, at the local market. Unfortunately, I did not learn this little nugget of hunk-alert (yes, I have a husband, but who doesn’t enjoy a good view every now and again) information until our farewell dinner where, upon learning that I had in fact been to the local market that very day, it was quickly discovered I had failed to purchase any cheese or even approach the cheese stand. The women in attendance began to exclaim…
“Ah, you have been to the market, did you see “the cheeseman”?
“What? I can’t believe you did not see “the cheeseman!”
“Oh, “the cheeseman”.
“He is so beautiful; “the cheeseman” should give up his life of cheese and be in movies”
“I order my cheese very slowly just so I can stay longer staring at “the cheeseman”.
“ ‘The cheeseman’s’ Dad isn’t so hard to look at either!”
So you see, clearly, my Hamburg experience is not yet complete! I will have to return, very soon, before “the cheeseman” runs off to Hollywood.
Some favorite pictures: