Sunday, May 7, 2017

Hamburgers in Hamburg!

My mom, who was born and raised in Germany, has been dreaming of taking my girls to visit her hometown since the girls were little. Life has gotten in the way of all our various schemes and plans over the years. But now that we're living in Sweden for half a year, a trip to Germany became infinitely more possible


Because Jeremy has a completely ridiculous and unbelievable life, he got himself invited to a Latin dance camp (wait for it) ... in Germany. Perfect opportunity to combine his trip with ours. The four of us flew together from Gothenburg to Hamburg, which is in northern Germany. From there, he'd set out for three days of dance camp, and we'd meet up with my mom to travel to her hometown.

 

We had one day to explore Hamburg together before Jeremy had to leave. Looking for an indoor activity, we stumbled upon a tropical aquarium. It looked fine from the outside, and since we had no way of looking it up online to check reviews or see what it was like, we just went for it.



The first door we went through had a sign that said something like "free roaming animals" so I thought, maybe birds? Or, some animals held by a keeper? I did not anticipate what we saw.


Lemurs. Free-range lemurs! Mostly just lying in a pile, keeping each other warm, or huddled under a heat lamp. (Germany is cold, if you are from Madagascar!) Chelsea wanted to pet them and hold them, but got a firm no from the staff member guarding them.


As we walked on, many of the animals on exhibit seemed to roam free. In many cases, the exhibits were designed so that you could see the animals without looking through glass, but you couldn't reach them nor could they escape. We saw lots of lizards, birds, and snakes. A few cute mammals, including a colony of dwarf mongoose. They had an open exhibit with a couple of scary-looking crocodiles. In the aquarium section, the girls both found a favorite. 




Jeremy left us later that afternoon, so I was in charge of dinner plans. Luckily for us, there was a 1950s style diner just down the street. I know, I know. Hamburgers are not from Hamburg. But how can you resist?

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