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“...the city’s famous Kolsch beer flowed

from crowns (circular tray)
until we covered the glass with our coaster—
the indicator that we had had enough.”

I dropped a coin inside, and she never looked up. Beforereturningtotheship,Istrolledthroughmy
A quick return to the ship filled my shivering first Christmas market where curling and ice skating
hands with a steaming cup of cocoa, a comforting lux- moved to Bing Crosby’s “White Christmas.” People be-
ury I had begun to expect upon my return. A cup of cof- gan to arrive from every direction as the children
fee. Sweet chocolate. And always, a smile from a crew climbed onto the sparkling carousel for their first ride
member that was as sweet and satisfying as the treat. of the season. Smells of bratwurst on the grill made me
hungry again, and candies and pastries triggered my
My evening provided an education in beer, Ger-
sweet tooth. I would buy something for now, and a
many’s Brauhaus culture, on an optional excursion. In
retrospect, one of the best evenings of my week as we treat to save for later. I felt as though I had been de-
positedintoascenefromtheChristmasbookIremem-
laughed with new friends and dined on sauerkraut and
bered reading over and over as a child, The Little
sausages as the city’s famous Kolsch beer flowed from
crowns (circular tray) until we covered the glass with Drummer Boy. From a stall in the market, I ordered my
first mulled wine in its souvenir mug; I would sleep
our coaster—the indicator that we had had enough.
soundly tonight.

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