An already well-known city in Germany, I spent a very brief time in Hamburg. The only reason that I was actually in Hamburg was due to the fact that my flight to Paris was easily accessible through their airport. Naturally, I took this opportunity to see a city that I had, otherwise, no time to see due to my tight travel schedule.
I really didn’t have much time to explore Hamburg outside its main square, which was disappointing, but my friends and I made with what we were given. My other friend, Steven, also had a flight from Hamburg, so it made sense that we would try our best to see the city before heading to the airport.
We arrived around lunchtime so naturally, we had to have a “Hamburger” in “Hamburg”, but not just any normal burger. We looked up a hip and highly-recommended hamburger joint that was said to have both classic and gourmet spins on the hamburger. When we entered the restaurant, the décor was comfy and modern but still familiar. It had a very familiar hipster vibe to it, especially with its rustic looking wood furniture and exposed rafters. Not far off from what I would see in my hipster, university town. The most intriguing feature of the restaurant was how you ordered your food. Inside the wood tables were long, oval buttons that when pressed ejected a touch screen tablet complete with pictures and descriptions of the menu. Within moments, our customized burgers were ordered. Although the burger style was definitely different from something I might find in the US, the burger was cooked perfectly medium rare and packed with flavor.
Our time was coming to a close in Hamburg, so we made our way to the train station so that my friends could say goodbye to me. As I was buying my train ticket at the automated machine, we heard a loud *Pop*and *Bang* 20-feet or so away that made everyone freak out and give each other anxious looks, ourselves included. We all wondered if this was it, another attack. Everyone’s anxieties of the situation were, of course, influenced by all the recent terrorist attacks that have happened in Europe the past year. Fortunately, it was nothing, to our relief, and we quickly made our way down to the train platforms below.
This was it, my final goodbye to these guys. Before, when all our programs had ended and everyone went back to their countries or went traveled, the feeling of everyone leaving was not authentic, because we knew that we would get together one last time before the summer ended. But then, as we all embraced and patted each other’s backs in solidarity, it felt real. Not only was my time with them ending, but also my time in Europe. Although our time with each other had ended, this would not be the last time we would see each other ,nor the last time I would be in Europe. The clap of thunder in the background marked our farewell and I waved enthusiastically at them through the, now, wet and cloudy looking windows.