What makes a place home?
Is it the place where your people originate?
Is it where your friends and family live?
Is it where you work?
Is it where you keep your stuff?
Is it where the sights and smells are familiar?
Is it the place people speak your language?
I recently traveled to what we’ve been jokingly calling the Homeland AKA – Germany.
Previous to that, I’d never been to Germany nor did I have a burning desire to visit – we don’t know anyone there, last I heard they don’t serve cocktails with umbrellas there and it might be a tensy bit expensive. It was my husband that really wanted to, so we did.
I felt strangely at home when I got there. Something about it felt very familiar and home-like. Maybe it’s because my family is originally from Germany and the aesthetic came to the United States with them. Or the food was food I grew up with or that the people all looked vaguely like people I am related to.
In any case, I felt strangely at home somewhere I’d never been before.
For those of you that want to see – a quick trip to the Alps with Hacknbrew:
Day One – Garmish and Partenkirchen
Day Two in the Alps: Mittenwald {no, I could not stop calling it “Mitten World”}

Me and some random German family that hopped in my photo at the bottom of the mountain. I think they must do this all the time.

The view from just over the Austrian border - did I mention the hike was STEEP? Germans like them some hiking. I wish I would have thought to bring a flask like the guy sitting at a vista point along the way.

A beer garden half way down the mountain? YES PLEASE! {PS the cake was mostly for him and the beer mostly for me}
Have you ever found yourself being at home somewhere you’d never been? Tell me about your travel surprises.