We go to Germany fairly often, but for some reason as time goes by we let it slip to almost three years between visits. The interim has taken us elsewhere, but returning to Germany is to return to what is familiar. May is the loveliest season there. One might sigh to be in England in April, but in May you want to be in Germany with the blooming of the rapes, the fruit trees in their glory, and the celebration of spargel — the delicious white asparagus that fills our stomachs with pleasure.
My main interest was to see the changes in Berlin, a city that stood for so much that is past and thankfully so. Again the two sides are
made into one whole. We saw the sorrow of the Holocaust in the wide open memorial where some mourned while children jumped from block to block, not realizing they were playing on what might be almost sacred ground. Did their parents know?
I also personally reconnected with a friend from highschool — a fifty year interim. She was bright and made me laugh as she used to all those years ago when I did not laugh often.
Germany makes one fall in love again — with landscape and tastes and sometimes even with the lover one has taken for granted for a few times in the years. I recommend a visit.