Pretzel with a B

Hello, Hamburg!

I'm so happy to be here and discover a lovely new city - and boy, did I ever start my day out right with the German breakfast of champions:

A soft pretzel.

Or should I say, a soft Brezel. Because that is different and that is better.

I love German pretzels. It's practically the first thing I think of when I think about the country (other than - more recently - the fact that they make pretty cute men there). I mean, if you and I were to play a word association game, I'm pretty sure if you said "Germany" I'd blurt out "Brezels!!!"

And so, adorably, before he went to work this morning (I've got the day off), my boyfriend went to the bakery right downstairs (because all Germans have a Brezel-baking bakery right downstairs, doncha know), and brought me back my yearned-for German breakfast of champions.

I haven't been to Germany in over three years, and ohhhhhh, it was even more delicious than I remembered.

I'm off to explore now, but I think on my way out I may just grab myself another one. Because I'm pretty sure I could get used to this.