After our crazy escapades in Cologne, Dusseldorf was a breath of fresh air. We were exhausted from being up basically all night, so when our hotel told us we couldn’t check in at 9:00 a.m. we had a bit of a problem. And our stomachs were still reeling from the night before so we hadn’t eaten.
Luckily, our hotel was attached to the train station and offered to take our bags and hold them for us. We walked around inside for a bit, and after about half an hour I sucked it up and ate a pretzel. Instantly feeling better- thank you hearty German food – we were able to venture out into the city.
We had to walk quite a ways to the markets this time. The air was crisp and quite a bit colder than earlier in the week. When we arrived to the first market we were ready for something warm. Not quite ready for more wine, I opted for the milk hot chocolate, and Sean the white hot chocolate. Sorry America, but we seriously suck at making hot chocolatey beverages. These heavenly creations were basically melted down warm candy bars in a cup; so rich you almost can’t finish them but you do because who throws away any form of chocolate?!
This was another city with multiple markets scattered around. I decided to back off my obsessive collecting of mugs and only got a few from Dusseldorf (for those wondering I ended up with 12 total). We happily walked around until the fatigue from the day before got the best of us and we headed back to the hotel. It doesn’t help that the sun goes down at about 4:30 this time of year.
We were in bed by probably 6:30. Instead of going right to sleep we watched The Simpsons for about an hour. In German of course, which to me made everything funnier.
Then something happened that hasn’t happened since college. We got 12 hours of consecutive sleep. Amazing.