Being from rural Pennsylvania, fall (‘autumn’, as my coworkers insist) for me means apple cider and hayrides and jack o lanterns. Germany doesn’t seem to have quite the same vibe come this time of year, but that doesn’t mean that I crave some crisp country air any less.
Thanks to the wonders of the Google search, I was able to find a place to fulfill (some of) my needs.
A 45 minute train and bus ride later we were out of the city, in a small town where the bus only runs once every two hours. I taught KD what a gourd is, bought my first brussels sprouts of the season, ate too much Reibekuchen mit Apfelmus (though really is there such a thing as too much potato?) and had some fun photo ops.