Sleeping Beauty’s Sweet Spot

Even though my travel buddy had to head back to school, the adventures continued on. I visited the 1972 Olympic Park and saw Nymphenburg Palace at sunset with all of it’s beautiful parks. I wandered through the Englischer Gartens where two people asked me for directions, mistaking my face for a german one. I visited two churches, St. Peter’s and Asam’s, and lit a candle in one for my family and just as a point of reflection on how fortunate I am to be alive and well. I watched the infamous Glockenspiel as part of a free guided tour. Through this tour, I saw so much of the city and learned myths and facts that I wouldn’t have uncovered by myself. Did you know that over 80 percent of Munich is reconstructed? Before the war, Hitler commanded the Natzi’s to take photos, draw sketches and collect the blueprints of the historical city and all of it’s buildings to store in a bunker so they could rebuild when the war was over.

I had to buy a hot dog, sausage, pork or some kind of meat while in Germany; besides, meat is everywhere. So when I visited the Viktualienmarkt, a daily outdoor market right outside the main center, I purchased a long smoked hot dog for dinner. The market is a great place to walk around a people watch, as long as you don’t pick a seat next to the strong smelling cheese stands. Near the market is a huge chocolate store for a popular brand in Europe, Milka Welt. I spent way too much time perusing the stacks and stacks of chocolate, watching a documentary on the factory, trying on traditional german clothing and deciding which bars to purchase. I settled finally with a chocolate bar with chips ahoy cookies and one with toffee..IMG_5332

One of my favorite parts of exploring Germany on my own was when I took the train to Neuschwastein Castle. The castle was commissioned by Ludwig II of Bavaria, but was hardly lived in and opened to the public shortly after his death. It was the inspiration for Disney’s Sleeping Beauty’s Castle. I followed the flow of tourists up a short 15 minute walk to a bridge that overlooks the castle for a great photo opportunity. After staring for a couple of minutes, I walked off the otherside of the bridge to get out of the way of other people’s pictures end realized there was a trail. I began to follow the trail, unsure of where it went, and found that I was unable to stop. I wanted to see where it went. I hiked and hiked for about an hour up the steep mountain side and ended up breathless with a view over the whole castle, valley and everything behind it to the horizon. It was quite a different view from the tourist depot below

After hiking down the mountain, across the bridge, and back into the small town, I had a time to spare before the next train. I stumbled through town and found a store with the most strange and delicious treat; something I had never seen before and therefore had to try. It was like a bunch of cookies all wrapped into a ball. The traditional ones are dusted in confectioners suger, while some wilder ones have nougat and chocolate and coconut. The lady called them Schneeballs, or snowballs. They were perfect after a long hike. IMG_5410

I had found Sleeping Beauty’s hidden sweetspot. And that’s an un-wrap.

 

 

 

 

Munching in München

After arriving to the Dubrovnik airport at 4:20am before the sun had risen (and before the airport was even open) and landing in Munich that night after the sun had set because of canceled flights and connections, Kalina and I were exhausted. Even so, we decided to drop our bags off and head straight to the Hofbräuhaus, one of the most well-known beirgartens in Munich. The place was huge with multiple floors of table after table. Kalina and I chose an empty table near the traditional german band and sat down. I felt myself melt into the warm atmosphere, the laughter, the smell of beer and the music after such a long day, and knew immediately that I already liked Munich.

Shortly after we sat down, a server came and Kalina ordered a liter of the lighter beer and I ordered a Radley, half beer half lemonade. It was amazing—extremely sweet, but perfect to sip on with casual conversation. Eventually, a woman wearing a drindl (traditional german outfit) walked by carrying a basket of pretzels bigger than my face. We bought one and as we were taking a picture with it, the man at the table behind us invited us over to drink with his family. He and his wife were dropping their son, a junior in college, off in Copenhagen for the semester. It was an unexpected group, but all the same a really easy-going and enjoyable one. In fact, we closed the place down together.

The next morning was Kalina’s last few hours on the trip, so we woke up early and took the train to Dachau together. No words I write will ever be able to fully convey the experience of seeing a concentration camp. All I can say is that I felt shocked something so horrible could have happened. I felt sad for those who suffered and still suffer. I felt angry that any single human being could treat another so poorly. I wonder if there is stuff like that going on today around the world that I don’t know about. I made excuses that they were brainwashed because the only way my brain could fathom the mistreatment and abuse and murder. But these are just excuses to help make what happened easier to swallow, when the plane truth is nothing like this should ever be swallowed and forgotten, but always remembered so it never happens again.

We left so Kalina could get to the airport on time, stopping first in a local supermarket to buy gummies and chocolate to munch on while we went our separate ways.IMG_5136 In fact, I stumbled upon one of my favorite chocolate treats so far: Dinkelchen. I expected them to be some kind of chocolate covered fruit from the package, but they were crispy coffee tasting pieces covered in dark chocolate. They helped with the sadness of losing my great travel buddy.

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And that’s an un-wrap.

Dubrovnik, Croatia: Chocolate with A View

Leaving Vienna was hard because our friend Caro was such a great host, but Kalina and I were excited to start a new adventure in Croatia, a country I knew nothing about. We woke up early and flew from Vienna to Zagreb and Zagreb to to Dubrovnik where we caught an airport bus into Old Town, Dubrovnik where we were staying. As the bus drove in along the green coasts, I looked out the window and saw the sun setting into the bright blue water. It was overwhelmingly beautiful I couldn’t help but smile to myself as Kalina studied the map by my side.

While in Croatia, there were two main things we wanted to do. First, we wanted to hike up a path below a cable car leading to a great high point to look over the city and the coast. When we asked the lady in the information booth about the hike, she warned us that it was not easy and would take us over two hours to complete. In fact, I think she was shocked we wanted to hike it instead of just taking the cable car up. She also warned us to stay on the path because there may still be un-exploded bomb mines in the fields and mountains from the war in 1991. Kalina and I decided to take on the challenging hike and woke up at 7am to begin. However, the hike only took us an hour to get to the top even with a short pit-stop to eat breakfast. It was ironic, because the hardest part of the climb was walking up over one hundred narrow steps to get  out of the city and to the trail head.

We climbed these steps and then stopped for yogurt and chocolate muesli on a landing where a bunch of motor bikes were situated. The sun was rising over the calm blue water and we could see all of the red roofs of Dubrovnik– it was almost a better view at this little landing than at the top of the hike. After we ate, we walked up to the main road which was how the lady in the information booth told us to get to the hike’s beginning and we walked along the edge for a little while before finding the trail and heading up. It was a zig-zag or “serpentine” up the mountain with stones lining the edge and large stone carvings of the different phases of Jesus’ crucifixion on the turns.

The trail ended in a very strange place. Instead of leading to the front of the cable car, it stopped at the side of a broken down building and we had to walk behind it to find the cable car and museum. The views at the top were gorgeous, but what I found most interesting was when you looked the other direction. Looking forward, you see a beautiful coastline with red roofs. Looking behind you, you see dry and deserted rolling hills. The two views could not be more different. It was strange to see all of the buildings settled against the water in Old City and then nothing on the other side of the first mountain. The people definitely settled on the water.

The second thing we wanted to do during our stay was walk the stone wall surrounding the Old City. This is where they filmed Kings Landing for the Game of Thrones TV series. On the walls, Kalina and I were high above the city you could see everything within the walls and everything without. We stopped for a while on one of the edges looking across at a huge fort, a cove with splashing blue water and some of the town too. It was a dream: the red roofs, the ancient stone and the glassy water. While we were standing there and staring out, I kept thinking about what it would have been like to live when the walls actually protected the city against war. Can you imagine standing at the look out and seeing an enemy boat approaching? IMG_5075

Of course, we looked for chocolate to keep us energized on these adventures. We ended up finding some bars to try in the local supermarket. One of them was a delicious milk chocolate speckled with crunchy wafers. The other was an airy dark chocolate. It might have been my favorite chocolate of the journey so far– It was like a chocolate mousse all wrapped up in a chocolate bar.IMG_4931

Thank you for the views, Croatia! And that’s an un-wrap.

Vienna Part Two: Chocolate with a History

On our second day in Vienna, we dedicated ourselves to being true tourists and went to see all of the must-see historical sights. We started our morning with the Habsburgs at their summer palace, Schonbrunn. Walking through the gates, I was ovewhelmed by not only the beauty and elegance of the outside of the building but also the large looming size of it. Kalina and I decided to do an audio tour of the first 22 floors (and 22 is only half of the rooms… that is how big the place is). The tour was really helpful because I didn’t have much background on the Habsburg family to begin with, but also because it explained the use of each room. For example, we learned that the furnaces in each room had little passages behind them to be stoked by servants because the imperial family didn’t want to see the fire being taken care of. Or that the Empress Elisabeth, known as Sisi, was considered the most beautiful woman in Austria and she had hair down to her ankles that she spent two or three hours taking care of each day. My favorite room that we saw was the Mirror Ball Room. When we first walked around the corner and entered, my mouth literally fell open. It had gigantic chandeliers hanging from the ceiling that used to have more than a hundred candles before electricity. There were crystal mirrors hanging on the walls giving it the name Mirror Ball Room. And then there were three beautifully painted frescoes that hurt my neck because I wanted to stare up at them for so long. Being in the room made me want to attend a magnificent ball like they must have held here hundreds of years ago. I might actually research to see if they hold one like it in New York when I get home.

After Schonbrunn, we walked to Naschmrkt to meet our friend Caro for lunch. The market had everything from cute little containers of spices from all around the world to chocolate croissants to piles and piles of cheese. Kalina and I were drawn in by the dried fruit stands and out mouths watered as a lady gave us sample after sample. My favorite was dried watermelon because we had never seen that before. We bought a small bag of it, even though the lady tried to keep putting more in so that it would weigh more and be more expensive. It may have been one of the best investments of the trip, besides the chocolate I’ve tried of course.

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Next we walked to Belvedere which was another estate of the Habsburgs during the Imperial rule. It was built in the 18th century as the summer residence for the general Prince Eugene of Savoy. We wandered around lower Belvedere and then to upper Belvedere for the spectacular view.

After Belvedere, Kalina and I walked to the area where it seems politics and musems combine. We saw Hofsburg which was the center of the Habsburg empire and the Winter palace for the imperial family, we saw parliament, two identical musuems: the Kunsthistorisches and the Natural history musuem, the Albertina and Rathouse. The Kunsthistoriches musuem had a ton of paintings that I studied last year for my Art History course and it was amazing to see them in real true form. I loved seeing Bruegel’s work, especially his Tower of Babel.

It seemed like the city was soaked through with history. After seeing all of these amazing places, I felt like everywhere I looked there were remnants of the past. Even the chocolate had traces of a life before now. For example, we tried the famous chocolate that was in every gift shop and supermarket you walked into. It is called Mozartkugel and has a small picture of Mozart on each foil wrapper because he was born in Austria. Even though I am more of a dark chocolate fan, these little pieces were delicious with a small circle of marzipan in the center, a layer of light nougat, a layer of dark nougat, and then a coding of milk chocolate on the outside.

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The other chocolate adventure we had was at a place called Demel. We walked in and were immediately surrounded by the smell of warm sugar. The place has been around since the 1700’s and was where the Imperial family got their chocolate. The places was three levels with a café and chocolate shop and area where you could watch them bake and decoarte treats. Caro treated us to some mint chocolate slices that were boxed in a small little container decorated as elegantly as the old paintings on the walls.

I guess my brain was already spinning from all the information we had taken in during the day, but with each bite of chocolate, it continued to spin. I thought about the women during the imperial rule and the way they dressed and what they thought about when they ate the same chocolate that I was eating. Did we think the same thoughts? Even though we are generations apart and worlds apart, did we wonder and worry about the same things?

Vienna Austria: The Best Chocolate Cake in the World

Austria… a place known for its incredible opera, for its rich history and most importantly, for its incredibly rich chocolate cake: the Sacher Torte.

Kalina and I took the train from Prague to Vienna and arrived in the afternoon. After meeting our friend Caro who was kind enough to let us stay with her and dropping our bags at her place, we rushed off to see if we could get tickets to the opera that night. The Vienna Opera house, Wiener Staatsoper, is only a five minutes walk from Caro’s place. The streets were strung with lights for the holidays, with each main street leading away from the main circle having its own set of lights. My favorite were the huge chandeliers that hung every block illuminating the cold stone and cozy shops.

When we got to the opera, the man at the ticket window scoffed at us tourists asking for standing tickets so close to show time. People line up at three o’clock for a seven showing just for the standing room seats. We left his window and went around the back of the opera house to ask another window and saw a huge line of people. We decided to just get in the line (though we weren’t even sure it was for the tickets or what exactly we were standing in line for), and it worked out perfectly! Within five minutes of waiting while the snow fell delicately in the street lights, the line began to move steadily and we made it to the door where we bought standing room tickets for 3 Euro each– an incredible deal since the guys dressed in costume on the streets were trying to sell us “student discounted tickets” for 40 Euro. Kalina and I couldn’t believe we were actually being given the opportunity to go, and rushed inside to see the theatre and try and find a good view from the standing section.

The inside of the opera house seemed like a museum. I definitely felt underdressed in jeans and sweater when ladies with heels and men in ties passed me on the stairs. We found our section and ended up picking the last row in the very center of the theater— I guess you could say we were the exact point farthest away from the stage, yet we could see everything.

Kalina and I were in such a rush to get tickets and were happy just to be able to see the opera that we didn’t even realize what specific one we were going to see.  We didn’t realize how fortunate we were to be seeing Fledermaus. A local older man next to us, who had seen this specific one over thirty times, said it is only shown during the new year and is only performed four times a year at the famous Wiener Staatsoper. Lucky us!

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The performance was amazing and incredibly funny. It was a comical story of revenge. We had little screens where we could read the English translation, but it was a little bit delayed. So the audience would laugh at something and then Kalina and I would laugh a couple of seconds later. Sometimes, the screen would skip a couple of lines because they were talking so fast and therefore we would miss the joke all together.

After standing (with a few breaks sitting in intermission) for three and a half hours without eating dinner, we were starving. Kalina and I practically ran out of the opera house at 10:30 when the curtain closed and went straight to a food stand on the corner that sold hot dogs and Asian noodles. I have never seen such a strange stand, even in New York. We bought a carton of hot fresh greasy noodles and hot dog about a foot long. I decided spur of the moment to order the cheese hot dog instead of the regular– which we learned later is one of Vienna’s specialty street foods!– and it was delicious. It came in a long baguette with a hole instead of a hot dog bun and the cheese melted from the inside of the dog out with each bite.

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Also conveniently located right across from the opera is Hotel Sacher where the famous Sacher Tortes are sold. Kalina and I had read about this special cake and made sure to stop by after our deliciously nutritious street food dinner that we devoured in about five minutes. The Sacher Torte recipe was invented by Franz Scher in 1832 for Prince Wenzel von Metternich. There are now a couple of places that compete for the best Torte in Austria, but this specific hotel was voted the best (or at least that is what the internet told us). I think I might agree with the world– these cakes were the best I have ever tasted. Maybe it was still the lingering hunger from waiting so long to eat dinner. The cake was dark in flavor and light in texture with a perfect layer of chocolate on the outside. It was rich, but not unnecessarily though and I savored every single crumb and was left still wanting more.

The perfect end to a crazy, hectic, wonderful day.

Goodnight Vienna. And that’s an un-wrap.

Imagine all the People: John Lennon and his songs inspired students to stand up to the communist government and dream of a better world, helping encourage the Velvet revolution

Imagine all the Chocolate… In Prague

As the snow slightly taps my train window and I stare out at the colorful houses, dark trees and dirty tracks, I try and take in everything that just happened in the past two or three days in Prague. It all happened so fast—a whirl of flights and trains and walking and beautiful cobblestone streets. A mixture of coffee and no sleep, of dancing and soaking in the young history of a city I knew nothing about. Kalina and I just left Prague and I can’t believe that my first city has already come and gone.

After missing the first two buses at the airport—they are extremely efficient and don’t wait for two tourists running towards them with backpacks— we made it into old town and walked through the streets not knowing which way to look. Up was beautiful statues resting nonchalantly on the corner of buildings or red roofs and colored walls ranging from yellow to purple to green. Down was cobblestone carefully laid together like a puzzle. To the left were shops and the right were more. I felt like we walked into a place that seemed familiar and strange all at the same time. We wandered around the outdoor markets and through the famous Christmas Market which had a huge christmas tree with a wooden manger and a guy that was charging money for pictures with doves on your head or hands. We bought a cinnamon role type thing that was made of dough roled out and strung around a pole that rested over a cole fire. The dough was taken off and dipped in butter and cinnamon and sugar and tasted of heaven. The outside was hard and the inside was gooey, a combination enough to make my mouth water right now as I write this. We eventually found our way to old town square where there is a huge astronomical clock—one of the biggest tourist attractions of Prague—as well as a grand church and another outdoor market. This one had my favorite christmas tree of all with huge branches strung with lights that looked like they were dripping.

At the clock, we were told to look for people in yellow jackets offering free walking tours, and we were not let down. Our tour guide’s name was Givi and he introduced himself to us and forty other ignorant people like us with a redbull in hand. I liked the way he walked, always moving his hands as if he was humming in his head and was in no hurry while the rest of us clueless tourists tried to keep up with him. The tour lasted over two hours and he taught us so much, though I am not sure how much of it is true or not. First we stopped at the Astronomical clock and learned about the puppets around the edge and the faces of the clock. There is a small sun and the moon on each of the hands, and they move back and forth throughout the year to represent the season. The background of the clock had different shades of blue to represent the time of day. Because we were visiting in January, the sun was on the far end of the hand so that it would be in the dark background of the clock the most. Givi also told us a myth about the clock maker. Apparently, the man who designed the clock was a genius and soon after it was erected it became a huge attraction for people to travel and visit all over Europe. Hence, it became a huge form of revenue for the town. The town rulers invited the clock maker to a party where they fed him drinks and then dragged him into a back room where they sliced his eyes and cut out his tongue. They wanted to make sure he would never be able to replicate the clock he made so that the one in Old Town would always be famous. For revenge, the clock maker had his two best pupils lead him up the tower and push him down into the clock workings so that his dead body stopped the clock and broke it. The clock was so complex that it could not be fixed for another forty years.

We also learned about the 30 years war and Kafka. We walked through the Old Jewish district where hitler was keeping a lot of Jews and conserving the place to keep as a museum of a past race. Kalina and I soaked in the sights and the history.

After the tour, we asked a lady to help guide us to a restaurant where the locals go and ended up at a place that started with a U and were content because we couldn’t read the menu which meant that it was not designed for Americans. The waiter helped us order and we got the countries ethnic dish of beef gulas and then a dish of roast beef. The beef was probably my favorite of the two. It came in a deep velvet brown sauce and was tender. It also had slices of what seemed like bread and tasted like motza balls and a creamy spinach in the middle like an island surrounded by the murky sauce. One bite with everything piled on was the perfect combination of chewy, salty, and squishy. The roast beef was good too, and came out looking extremely similar but with a lighter colored less dense sauce. The denseness was made up in the side that wasn’t bready, but rather seemed like slices of mashed potatoes pushed tightly together into bread form. Kalina had a beer, the most common in Prague, Plinksey*. I thought it tasted stronger than keystone light, it was better too, but I still wasn’t a huge fan.

When our stomachs were finally were satisfied, it was time to find the chocolate. We walked around for a little and went to this Chocolate store across from our place that had stacks of nicer (and more expensive chocolates) from around the world. I bought a dark chocolate made in Prague with pepper coated on the bottom. It was a risk, because Pepper and chocolate don’t seem to go well in my mind, but the lady recommended it and my goal is to try chocolates from all over Europe. We also went to a mini market, which I love the name of and they exist like gas stations all over Prague. Yet, this Mini Markets are filled with cookies and drinks with cannabis, though they claim on the back there is no THC included. They also have absinth and all sorts of junk food I have never seen before. We bought two more types of chocolate that were much cheaper and to be honest probably tasted better in the long run. We got a white chocolate wafer cookie type thing and an oreo cream filled chocolate bar that reminded me of the Willy Wonka factory. The Oreo was the best of the three probably because it had the most sugar and tasted like milk chocolate covered Oreos.

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The next morning, we made ourselves get on the time of Prague and got up at around 8:30 to go see the John Lennon Wall. We walked over the Charles Bridge which was beautiful in a different way during the day time and made our way to the wall which was colored in beautiful graffiti. The wall is one of the things that started the Velvet Revolution—a peaceful march started by students in 1989 that eventually lead to 500,000 people marching and the resignation of the Communist leaders. Lennon inspired students to want a better world. One thing I loved about the wall is that it was a piece of history that was recetn and inspiring. I think it was John Lennon who has the quote about how the job of art is to inspire people—well his music did. Kalina and I signed the wall, too. There were lots of umbrella’s on the wall for the Umbrella revolution happening right now in Hong Kong.

We then walked up for a while to the Prague Castle where we waited in line forever to get tickets. At noon, we watched the traditional change of the guards and then we walked throught the St. Vitus Cathedral, the Old Palace Hall, and the Golden lane. Just like the walking tour, it is hard to soak in so much of the past when we are all stuck in the world we live in now. It was quite surreal seeing the details of the gothic church. I still can’t believe the architecure back then, but more than that, it is hard for me to understand the power of the religion. It inspired, it lead, it dominated and so many people dedicated and bent their life around it. The power of belief in something is amazing and hit me hard while we were walking around the cold stone church. Just like the belief we also saw resonating through the Lennon Wall.

After venturing to the Petrin tower and by a supermarket for dinner, we found our third chocolate bar to taste. It was a rich dark chocolate and we probably liked it because it was most similar to what we were used to. We made dinner and looked up some more of the history from the day and then went downstairs to have Gelato. I got the chocolate and every small spoonfull made me happy I came to Europe.

The action packed days and the history blow my mind, but what remains when I can’t process everything any further is the graffiti. It is everywhere and each time I see it I feel different. Sometimes I think it’s beautiful, like it adds personality to the city. A natural art form. Sometimes I think its ugly and reppelant. But that usually happened when I saw a cat with eyes crossed out or some other drawing that didn’t seem special.

I remember the hot wine. It was sold everywhere and was cheaper than tea. Or the Hot apple, which wasn’t apple cider but actual shredded apple heated up with water. I remember the buildings and the cobblestone streets that sometimes were wide and sometimes swirled to a small point at the end. And I remember the strange taste of smooth dark chocolate and pepper trying to find a balance on my taste buds.

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Good Bye Prague. And that’s an Un-wrap.

Landed in Frankfurt

It is now 6:30 am in Frankfurt and about 11:30pm back in New York and Boston. My body is all sorts of confused because I feel like I should be going to bed, but when Kalina and I walked off of the plane the flight attendants smiled and said good morning.

Our flight was a smooth one, and we joked that we were the pilots because our seats were row one on the first floor in the nose of the plane. The pilots were on the second floor right above us, but it still felt like we were leading the charge.

One of the best parts about our flight was the way the seats reclined all the way into a sleeping position, so we were able to rest a little. However, it was hard to try and sleep with all of the exciting adventures ahead! Before we reclined and put our headphones in, we ate our first chocolates of the trip! The flight attendants brought us cute little chocolate snowman.

Cheers!

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And that’s an unwrap.

On my way…

I have successfully made it to Boston where I am meeting my best friend before we fly to Frankfort and then Prague tomorrow! Making it here seems like the easiest part of the trip, yet there have already been some obstacles. Yesterday, the day before take-off, I woke up with pink eye. Although an unfortunate thing to wake up to, I was able to get into the doctor before it closed for New Years Eve and picked up eye drops which have already cleared up my eye within a day. Thank goodness I got pink eye yesterday instead of today on my flight!

The next obstacle came when my mom was driving me to the airport and we got a call from my dad that the flight to Boston was canceled! Luckily, I got one of the last seats on a different airline. But the seat ended up being in the back of the plane where I sat next to a very nice lady… who happened to be sneezing and coughing all flight. And in front of a nice family… with a baby that did not seem too happy to be flying.

Regardless of the small setbacks, I made it to Boston and I am on my way! The trip has begun! I think that part of the journey will be learning to deal with these obstacles of traveling and living on my own. Good thing mom packed me with a chocolove bar for the plane flight!

 

And that’s an unwrap

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Deciding to Go

I think sometimes the hardest part of the journey is deciding to make it happen. I had been talking about traveling to Europe after graduation for a while, but it was just talk and ideas. Sure, my pinterest has a board dedicated to the places I want to go and the things I want to see. Yes, I reached out to friends that traveled abroad and asked them millions of questions. I even have a notes section in my phone that has a jumble of thoughts and advice. Yet, I was still in the stage of ideas and not of action. It wasn’t until a few days ago, that I actually pulled the trigger. My dad and I spoke with my best friend from childhood, Kalina, and her mom on the phone and Wallah– the best christmas present ever was sitting on my desk: A ticket to Germany to begin my travels with the best travel partner a girl could ask for!

To celebrate, I enjoyed a mini reeses from the fridge.

And that’s an un-wrap.