In which we spring on the springtime train.

The bright burst of springtime at its prime and looking for a change of scenery, I grabbed some good company and hopped on a train to Lüneburg for the first time in many a month. It’s common knowledge that this adorably slanted town is always game for a stroll on a sunny Sunday, and indeed there were many two-, four-, and wheel-footed creatures and contraptions clopping over its cobblestones. All eateries and drinkeries lining the Ilmenau hit the sunny day jackpot, their outdoor seatings packed with persons seeking the biggest, tastiest, dastardliest ice cream sundaes in town. Everyone else just went to Eiscafés, fiercely determined and undaunted by the comically long lines. New forsythia brightened up old, old walls, the air bloomy with plant poppings of all sorts. A favorite moment was crossing paths with a chocolate lab puppy on the Kalkberg – I cranked up my dog magnet to the max and puppylove bounded right over and wrapped my muffin-scented hand in its fresh, soft tongue before bounding back to its hyoomanns. And then there was the ad for a 3 kg, 23 EUR Monsterburger. And the busking harpist with husky. And the cool stillness of an old, pink church. And the sitting, standing, strolling, and soaking up this particularly beautiful day.