That last day, after returning to Munich from our morning in Dachau, the name of the game was extraction. If at all possible, we’d soak up every last drop of what was left there for us to discover – see – taste – do, given the time parameters within which we were operating. Which wasn’t...
Our last days in Potsdam were spent enjoying the company of the people, food, and sights we’d grown so accustomed to in our time there. It was a weekend of not “Goodbyes…”, we hope, but “See you laters!” Hugs and tears, laughing and recounting. Dinners and breakfasts, a day at the park and lake, a...
Some 20 minutes west of Berlin – in former East Germany, there is a town called Potsdam. What Windsor is to England, Potsdam is to Germany. Home to Prussian kings until 1918, home to the world’s oldest large-scale film studio, but most importantly, home to a people we have come to love. And by we,...
