Ulm

Because of my last-minute planning, there was only room for us at the Brickstone Hostel in Ulm for one night. We didn't know what to expect from Ulm, so this didn't bother us until we fell in love with the town, and the hostel. Kelsey took some great pictures of Brickstone during our stay there.












One thing was familiar to us in Ulm: the Danube River. We had seen it and scaled its shores in Budapest. In Ulm, the Danube is much younger, and while we were there, the current was fast. At some point in its history, the town transformed a network of its streets into a canal for water from the Danube to flow through. This (Altstadt) was our favorite part of Ulm, especially getting to walk through in the late evening as the residents had dinner or relaxed in their beautiful homes along the water. We ate at our first authentic German restaurant as well. Since Kelsey knows no German and there was no English menu, it was my responsibility to order for us. I saw something on the menu that was comprised of fish, onion rings, and potatoes prepared in a certain way, so I ordered that for her. Upon first bite, we found that the fish was cold, raw, and heavily salted, the onion rings weren't deep-fried (gasp) but only slices of a white onion, and the potatoes were quite normal. Pictures from that day, the meal, and the evening strolling through Altstadt Ulm:



























Ulm is a beautiful place and we were upset as we left, headed for Cologne.