I love flea markets. I love being able to find things I need used and, usually, dirt cheap. Flea markets are a great place to find interesting German tidbits to send back to my friends in the States, and they are a fascinating way to get to know the material insides of people’s lives. Plus they are a great excuse to get outside for an early Saturday morning walk.
This week’s Wordless Wednesday photos show a few magical glimpses from the city of Wiesbaden.
Once you’ve lived abroad for long enough, you stop noticing the little differences between your home and adopted cultures. Then one day an old friend arrives at the Frankfurt Airport, and you’re back looking at your adopted home through a newcomer’s eyes, through the eyes of the visitor who hasn’t spent the last four years living and breathing German culture.
You stretch and strain, trying to remember how it felt to be new here, to see through a lens of excitement (at all you find exotic), shock (at all that you find strange), and euphoria (at all you find even better than what you are used to at home).