Do you want fries with that?

I spent part of this week in Hamburg, Germany. I still haven’t stopped laughing at the hamburger jokes in my head. I guess people who come from Hamburg would be known as Hamburgers. What if Americans were known as Hot Dogs. Well, I have been called that from time to time.

Kidding.

Sometimes traveling solo is a good thing.

So Hamburg is a nice city. Much larger than I imagined. To be honest I haven’t imagined Hamburg much in my life, but anyway, it was bigger than I thought. I walked around on Wednesday to the harbor and downtown. One thing is for sure – this city has more churches than McDonalds has fries.

Only five of the steeples would fit in this picture. There were more to the right.

And in the harbor I realized I had accidentally walked all the way to California. Ahoy San Diego!

 

On Thursday evening I decided to walk in the other direction from my hotel. So instead of taking a left into the city of the Stepford Wives, I took a right. Into the offspring of Aurora Avenue North in Seattle and the Las Vegas strip. As a woman traveling alone I felt like I should definitely hit apparently one of the most famous red light districts. I didn’t see any actual red lights, but I did see a lot of interesting things. Apparently Hamburg puts all of its interesting on one street.

I finally turned off the street and went down to the harbor district where I found a great little seafood restaurant. As I got up to leave I accidentally brought the tablecloth with me. Totally like the movies. I caught the glass, but the candle fell on the floor and got wax everywhere. Not being able to blame this incident on anyone else is a definite negative about traveling solo.

Getting to eat all of the garlic butter myself at dinner totally made up for it though.