Germany: Roots & Remembrance

In so many ways, Austria and Germany feel like the home in which I grew up. We ate 6 minute eggs in small cups with little spoons just like this. We had little baskets for warm eggs and bread. Our beds were made with duvet covers. When my parents first took me to an American hotel, I remember asking my mother how to get into a bed that has no duvet cover.

I sampled some of the famous (though unknown to us) local beer. The food is delicious and the signage, like England, very clear.

Finally, I recommend that you read an article from today’s New York Times. As a daughter of two parents who fled the Nazi regime in the 1930’s, I can relate to the story. Amy Gutmann’s father lived in Bayern or southern part of Germany, the same area as my father, who is from Nuremberg.