Hey you guys, remember that one time I lived in Bayreuth for six months and it was totally awesome?
Yeah, those were the days.
So after a delightful family weekend in Frankfurt, I couldn't just fly back to the UK without taking advantage of being in Germany now, could I?
Nope, I hopped on a train and whizzed across the country back to my beloved Bavaria. Or, to be more specific, Upper Franconia. And oh, the excitement I felt as the train nipped through the fir-lined hills, past trickling streams and villages full of cobbled streets, quaint churches and pointy-roofed houses with exposed beams.
I had just 25 hours back in my old home-town to see as many old friends, colleagues and former pupils as I could so basically went from café to café catching up with different people. (Hard life, I know. Snapchats from uni friends in the library were only slightly guilt-inducing.)
The sun was shining and Bayreuth was looking beautifully spring-like. It was so delightful to be back, especially to stay with my lovely old flatmates. And of course, I made sure to pay my fave restaurants a visit too. #priorities. (Kraftraum for shamazing healthy lunches and Oskar for hearty traditional fare, should you ever find yourself in Bayreuth with a rumbly tummy.)
So, enjoy a little taste of my whirlwind trip back to Bayreuth!
I believe that you leave a little piece of your heart everywhere you live, and there's really nothing like going back, don't you think?