The Dom is home of the Archbishop of Cologne and is absolutely massive, with beautiful intricate architecture. We happened to arrive in time for the noon prayer service, which of course took place in German. The only part I understood was the Our Father, written,
Vater unser im Himmel
Geheiligt werde dein Name
Dein Reich komme
Dein Wille geschehe, wie im Himmel so auf Erden.
Unser tägliches Brot gib uns heute.
Und vergib uns unsere Schuld,
wie auch wir vergeben unsern Schuldigern.
Und führe uns nicht in Versuchung
Sondern erlöse uns von dem Bösen.
Denn dein ist das Reich und die Kraft
und die Herrlichkeit in Ewigkeit. Amen
I had a tour of the rest of the city!
Inga's boyfriend Sebastian met us at the tower and we all headed back across the river for a break. We went to a pub where I had a Kölsch, the traditional beer from Cologne from the traditionally unfriendly waiters, a very interesting combination.
After a wonderful night of sleep, we all enjoyed a delicious German breakfast of brötcheu ("little breads") from the local bakery with butter and jam and eire (eggs). By this point, I had accepted the idea that I would not understand all aspects of the conversation (sometimes, I would understand little if any) but we had fun with that fact. We decided it would be funny for the group to speak in German, only stopping occasionally to say a word in English just to see if I could follow. It was quite the laugh as I eavesdropped on the conversation and soon realized it would take more than one word in English to keep me informed.
That morning, Sebastian responded to a silly question of mine by saying that "Inga's home is your home." It was so sweet that I thought I needed to include it here, and my two wonderful hosts continued to make me feel welcome throughout the visit.
Saturday was spent in Inga's hometown of Osnabrück.
Here you can see a little of the excitement!
On the way home, I was able to see where Inga works as a Physiotherapist and her University. (I think its safe to say we all wish she was still in Pittsburgh, yet this place looks pretty great as well.)
After a quick stop for butterkuchen (butter cake) from another delicious bakery, we headed home for some tea and warm, cozy socks.
That night, we met Inga's sister and went out to one of the more traditional pubs in town.
Sunday morning started what was by far my favorite part of the visit: brunch with Inga's family. I was overwhelmed with the kindness that they extended to me, and the amount of delicious food that was prepared. When I walked in and saw the table decorated in red, white, and blue, I couldn't help but smile.
Throughout the meal, we talked about everything from Pittsburgh to Germany and in between. I truly enjoyed getting to know them and was so grateful that they took me in so graciously. I hope to be able to see them again in the future.