It finally happened. I finally traced my roots back to my German origins and met the rest of the Kaufmann clan. After landing in Baden-Baden, I became acquainted with my German cousins. The rush of feeling that rose in my chest upon meeting them, is indescribable. It is a weird feeling to see people who are the same blood, for the first time. But either way it was awesome! I love Germany, my family were really really cool, and very hospitable. When thinking of Germany, the first couple of thoughts that usually pop up are beer, chocolate, meat, and beer. Let me tell you all of those things are great! Man did I love all of the food in Germany! So good. On my first full day, I was given a tour of Lahr (the providence they lived in), and was able to explore a true Germany town. That evening I was also given a tour of what my cousin called "the nucleus of the Kaufmann family", our 200 year old printing company. My great great grandfather left Germany because all of the jobs had been taken by other family members, so he had to start new in America. I have never been to a printing company but man oh man was it amazing! So big! So many machines! After our tour I was shown a printing stone etched with the Kaufmann crest, and the family tree since the birth of the company. I loved every second of it and wouldn't ask for anything else. The next day we went to a Christmas market (like the kitschy ones in the center of the mall, except awesome) And we went to France for dinner and more Christmas markets! and to finish my fantastic weekend, we went tot the local football club to watch Freiburg, unfortunately lose. But I definitely love football more now. I even got scarves for everyone so the families can show their support! Between the family pride, the sauerkraut, and the kindness of the Germans, I have never been more proud to be a Kaufmann.
Beer and sausage for football!
French Christmas market!
A typical German entree haha
A tube of mustard, A TUBE!
The crest, that I will gladly wear till the day I die.
The Drukus-Kaufmann printing company!
I basically went into a coma after the sugar overload
After WWII, if a citizen was Jewish and had to leave (due to death or just referral) stones like these were laid around. On each stone, their name is written, their date of birth, and what became of them.
With the vote coming up on whether or not Britain should be independent or be apart of the EU, questions like these are all over London.
I saw this production at this Theatre!
Last time seeing drivers on the wrong side... But I will return some day, I always return.