There they were. My people, around me once again.
Five years ago, I lived and worked in a Christian community in a team of 14 young people. In the middle of the Black Forest in a tiny village, it can easily feel like you’ve built a world of your own. Inhabitants: us.
While not everyone could make it, the reunion meant so much to me. It’s amazing to think I have people on the other side of the world that with one hug and a laugh can feel like practically family again. We played cards, explored the city and spent a lot of time shaking each other, saying ‘you’re here! How are you?’
At least it felt that way to me.
After Marburg I spent a couple whirlwind days in Kassel, where for some weird reason I didn’t touch my camera once. That one will just have to stay my memory’s secret I guess:)
As much as blogging up this trip has been a great way for me to work through the experiences, I’m not a journalist for nothing. I’ve spent enough time studying what audiences want, to know that loads of detailed travel blogs may not be the most interesting thing to someone who is not me or my mom.
So, I’ll try blast through the rest with some choice pics and random descriptions. If you want more, you can just holler my way.
**copyright to me, yes.**