january 2015 // rothenburg, germany // canon 5d
You've probably seen 672894502348573 photos of Rothenburg's famous arch, and so I'm not going to really bore you with paragraphs of places we went and things we saw in what is potentially Germany's most instagrammed small town. And since it's a pretty small town, there's not much use in talking about 'top spots to visit', because if you take a loop, you'll see everything. But there are two things that stand out to me from the trip, even a year and a half later
these are my people, this is my tribe //
We were walking past an old home that was currently being renovated. A giant dumpster blocked most of the cobblestoned alley, and, as we squeezed past it, I took a peek inside, only to see hundreds of old wooden shoe-forms--the home must have been a cobbler's shop, once upon a time. And, without hesitating, I reached in, and grabbed a shoe.
My friends gave me a look, but less than a minute later, several sets of hands were reaching in and grabbing their own. We ran through the towns, carrying wooden shoe-forms, and, for some reason, pretended they were phones. "Hello? I'm sorry, I can't hear you. I'm using a shoe to call you." The other students, who we inevitably ran into over and over (it's a small town, after all), kept giving us looks. "Is that a shoe?" They asked confused, and we grinned, and laughed. We had only known each other for a couple of weeks, but to me it was the seal of friendship--because any person who would reach into a dumpster to grab a wooden shoe horn without hesitation and pretend it was a phone is a friend to me.
looking 'outside the box'//
I love said friends, but I'm also a
little bit of an major introvert--and after a long day of exploring in the cold, I....still wanted to be exploring. After my friends decided to call it a day, I slipped out and started walking, looking for something new, and different.
My quest took me to the end of the walled city. Standing outside the centuries-old stone barriers, I found myself climbing over a wall, getting the knees of my jeans a little dirty--and finding a beautiful fountain, emptied out for the winter. A quick turn took me to an abandoned swimming pool outside of a hotel, dried leaves covering the bright blue bottom.
It was quiet, and cold, and I stood there alone, shivering, but triumphant--because I had found something not-so-perfect in the oh-so-perfect Rothenburg.