scenery on the way home..
ah! more..
Ah! Temple far left, back middle is the hostel, and the chapel is far right. 
look at those clouds. :)
our blessed hostel. it was quality.
there's a little brewer in my coat.
this is what greeted us when we pulled up on friday night. can you keep from smiling? 
Döner time!
(I've decided to include some of the many eats we partook of in the Weinachtsmarkts of Dresden)First: a waffle with _____. Mystery fluid. Creamy goodness.
*****
*****
(five stars)
Chocolate covered apple. Or was that manna in chocolate form? You tell me.*****
easily.
Zero stars.
**************************26 stars.
What was this?! It was gekochte apfel--aka a cooked apple. The inside was mixed up with cinnamon, sugar, and cream, then topped with vanilla saucy-stuff. It was divine to say the least.
Frau Alfons said she'd show us how to make them as a departure gift.
Weinachtsmarkt!
The town of Dresden=quaint. 
Karl Gottfried MäserThis past weekend we bussed it up for neun Stunden nach Deutschland. Aka—we went to Germany! The drive was scenic and picturesque. We got there late evening, and found ourselves at the best hostel in all of Germany…FREIBERG TEMEL HERBERGE! Translation: we stayed in a hostel on temple grounds. As you can see from the photos, everything is in walking distance. The temple and hostel are even connected by an underground tunnel, which we took on Saturday morning as we made our way to the Baptistry.
In the London temple, we were tasting home with the English words. Here, we had the full experience auf Deutsch. I couldn’t help but reminisce of the time we talked in Rumbi about the spirit being the same no matter what language. We were in Freiberg, doing Spanish names in German. The entire experience was beautiful and so gratifying. I cannot get over how blessed we are as a people in Utah to have such a number of lovely temples unbelievably close! I’ve spoken on this before, so I’ll just end by saying it was remarkable and that the church is true.
After temple time we bussed into Dresden for some classic site-seeing and night life. Dresden is mind-blowingly chocolate box. We were all ooh-ing and awe-ing as we drove down the windy gasses (“gass-ehs,” little streets) pinching ourselves to see if we were dreaming. We got into the main town square and stood in wonderment before Frauenkirche. Last week, in my arts class, Heinz Kröll told us about this church and its total destruction at the conclusion of World War II. He got emotional as he showed pictures of the ruins; it was not rebuilt for years, the rubble was a memorial for what the British and Americans did. When it was rebuilt, much of the old materials were reused, thus some of the bricks are blackened while others are ivory. Frauenkirche wasn’t the only building to get utterly demolished, all of the buildings in the town center were, and all were later built up according to how they had once stood. There is a sort of reverence there which is hard to explain—those of you that have stood there are aware of that indescribable feeling. Just up the stairs and around the corner was the jolliest Weinachten Markt I’ve been in since they’ve sprung up. Fyi: these are fun little Christmas shops set up similar to flea-markets. We spent a good four hours going from one Markt to another, sampling heavenly food, and seeing fun trinkety souvenirs. I even ate what was said to be the best Döner—a sandwhich thing super popular in Deutschland—and many other delightful foods. This is irrelevant. We bussed back to Freiberg, and felt amazing as we slept on Temple grounds for the second and last time. In the Morgen we went to church in the chapel twenty feet away, and marveled at how much easier the German Deutsch connected from ears to brain—Austrians talk in suchhhhhhh a strong dialect! After last minutes, we made our way back to Wien, again enjoying the dazzling landscape.
In the London temple, we were tasting home with the English words. Here, we had the full experience auf Deutsch. I couldn’t help but reminisce of the time we talked in Rumbi about the spirit being the same no matter what language. We were in Freiberg, doing Spanish names in German. The entire experience was beautiful and so gratifying. I cannot get over how blessed we are as a people in Utah to have such a number of lovely temples unbelievably close! I’ve spoken on this before, so I’ll just end by saying it was remarkable and that the church is true.
After temple time we bussed into Dresden for some classic site-seeing and night life. Dresden is mind-blowingly chocolate box. We were all ooh-ing and awe-ing as we drove down the windy gasses (“gass-ehs,” little streets) pinching ourselves to see if we were dreaming. We got into the main town square and stood in wonderment before Frauenkirche. Last week, in my arts class, Heinz Kröll told us about this church and its total destruction at the conclusion of World War II. He got emotional as he showed pictures of the ruins; it was not rebuilt for years, the rubble was a memorial for what the British and Americans did. When it was rebuilt, much of the old materials were reused, thus some of the bricks are blackened while others are ivory. Frauenkirche wasn’t the only building to get utterly demolished, all of the buildings in the town center were, and all were later built up according to how they had once stood. There is a sort of reverence there which is hard to explain—those of you that have stood there are aware of that indescribable feeling. Just up the stairs and around the corner was the jolliest Weinachten Markt I’ve been in since they’ve sprung up. Fyi: these are fun little Christmas shops set up similar to flea-markets. We spent a good four hours going from one Markt to another, sampling heavenly food, and seeing fun trinkety souvenirs. I even ate what was said to be the best Döner—a sandwhich thing super popular in Deutschland—and many other delightful foods. This is irrelevant. We bussed back to Freiberg, and felt amazing as we slept on Temple grounds for the second and last time. In the Morgen we went to church in the chapel twenty feet away, and marveled at how much easier the German Deutsch connected from ears to brain—Austrians talk in suchhhhhhh a strong dialect! After last minutes, we made our way back to Wien, again enjoying the dazzling landscape.
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Your temple set up looks pretty sweet! Speaking of sweet- you have turned to the See Food diet. Why not? Might as well savor all the wares of your hosts . Right?
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