The last of Leipzig

By now, it is rather apparent that I adore Christmas Markets. They have a way of unleashing the inner child in me, rather unabashedly. Joined with other kids, I climbed onto the seat of the ferris wheel, a tad too enthusiastically, ensuing in a bevy of Europeans giving me the thumbs-up signs and hollering, "Konichiwa!". For some reason, I get the "Konichiwa" or "you speak Japanese?" too many times, from strangers to bus conductors. I don't blame them, it's hard to tell Chinese and Japanese apart, the way I can't differentiate between a Swedish and a French.
I tell you, when I go a-gallivanting on a carousel, it is so easy to forget I am an adult sometimes. I have a good mind to invite my grandmother to carousel with me in the near future ;) why not, my friend brought his grandma to Mambo. Beat that!

:: Dining in a famous steakhouse, El cuador's, in the Deutsche Bank building::

:: Oz's mom, a 'pi pa' musician, holding up our farewell gifts for the family ::

Oswald's parents were nice enough to give us a dinner treat on the last day at El cuador's, Argentinian Steakhouse in the Deutsche Bank building (the biggest bank in Germany). The Rib-eye steak was indeed an epicurean treat to hungry backpackers and the best part is the soft and buoyant layer of fat in the middle. I don't blame you if you're drooling by now, it really is one of the better steaks I've tasted thus far.

I was thankful for the dinner because the next day on Christmas, we had zilch for dinner.
You;ll see Dresden, the ghost town, soon.