Yesterday I was with friends at this year's Hamburg Christmas market. After almost 30 minutes
find parking, we found the right and the parking meter happy.
shines in glory of tens of thousands bulbs he on the pitch at the Mönckebergstraβe like a little Christmas town.
trickled light of the snow and the Christmas feeling was it for free, which was the only one too!
The air would be immersed with mulled wine, by any blood alcohol control fell safely through.
We pushed through the crowd, past the beautifully decorated Holzhäüser, with crafts, toys, gifts, candles, figurines and sweet treats.
Some Santas were sparingly distributed through the crowd and Little things.
Christmas sounds like tin drums sounded, took possession of our ears.
for culinary delights, there an ample selection task, which did not escape the stomach.
targeted by hunger signals, we were looking for something tasty, which is not depleted our budget.
But no matter what, we found that Bratwust, fries or steak, surrounded by many visitors, presented each time the question of whether it was the price or the freshness date!
in a pharmacy would be maybe a little cheaper was to dine.
looking further, past bright eyes of children, which reported as under hypnosis, staring at the many sweets, but without mercy, were shifted to the stomach now every second. From the smell of mulled wine
almost there already on cloud 7, I asked myself whether I was really drunk yet, and this was only a mirage.