
"Where are we?"
That was my response to our arrival at the Jüterbog train station. Roz, Nikki and I decided against an expensive weekend trip to Prague, and chose a daytrip to a picturesque town about forty-five minutes outside of Berlin.
Jüterbog shows no sign of life or excitement at first, but once past the train station, heaven on earth is revealed. A small stream runs parallel to a dirt road, with tall green trees providing shade for walkers. Fields of daisies and dandelions await up ahead, and there is nothing to do but frolick and write poetry, I am sorry to say. Ponds with ducks and willows look impressionistic, as if Monet had painted the scene. With all of the surrounding beauty, it is easy to forget that Jüterbog was a part of East Germany; only a few sickel-hammer symbols and damaged abandoned houses remain as evidence.
Once we made our way into the town center of Jüterbog after conversing with nature, we became aware of the fact that Jüterbog has experienced much more than just the Cold War era of history... It is celebrating its ONE THOUSANDTH year of being a town! 1007 - 2007! Picturesque AND historical!
Dinner consisted of my favorite German meal: Schnitzel, pommes (Potatoes), salat, and bier. I am probably gaining weight like crazy, but I might have burned it off today during my three hour walk-a-thon through the German Historical Museum... But that is another story.