I really really hate small planes. To be honest, I'm not the biggest fan of flying in general but it takes me to the destinations I love to visit so I begrudgingly put up with it. But small planes, really get me on edge. When we set off to Dresden, from Glasgow, we had to board, not one, but TWO of these small planes. So my face in the above photos really accurately describes my emotions.
The planes were so small in fact that our carry on luggage size luggage wouldn't fit and had to be checked. We had a very short layover before our connecting flight and had wanted to not check luggage for the very reason that should something happen our luggage would be with us..... Our first flight was smooth but was very very delayed....not looking good.
The "Lunch" provided on these flights would be the only thing we ate almost all day since the time between flights didn't allow for eating anything. It was not the greatest.
After a delayed, we barely made it to our connection but we did make it....what we would find out later was that our luggage, did not. When we arrived in Dresden, we waited and waited and waited. Nothing. I felt so defeated. Already. we had lost our luggage. Dan patiently talked to the agents at the baggage claim but they were basically not help and it sounded bleak. We filled out some paperwork and they said they would have it sent to our hotel if it showed up. I had a little cry while Dan was writing things down for them but after that, I wiped the tears and realized, I couldn't let this hold me down. So we, said there was nothing more we could do here and headed off to catch our train.
After not too long of a train journey we arrived at our hotel. We decided to walk to our hotel instead of catching a cab. The walk from the train to the hotel was a lovely introduction to the city. It was wonderfully german and seemed this seamless blend of old and new everywhere you look.
All across the bridge we walked along from the train station towards our hotel was plastered in murals. I had heard so much about the street art culture in Dresden and getting a look at it as one of the first things we saw was like going to walk through an outdoor gallery, bright colours and energetic brush strokes leading us towards our destination.
We were staying the art hotel, Dresden. Pretty coincidental since Our hotel gave us our room key and we headed upstairs. I only wanted one thing. A bath. We got to our room and saw there was no tub. It felt like there was no winning today. I went back downstairs and asked if there were any rooms with a tub we could switch into. They told me that the only rooms with bath tubs were the upgrade. My heart sank, and I asked how much extra they would be a night. She replied to my delight that it would only be about $30 extra. I know that seems a lot for a bathtub, but just you wait.
She took us to the new room, and we realised that for only another $30 we had got their best SUITE! With a panoramic view of the city!!!! Things were starting to go our way!
After putting down the very few things we did have with us, we headed out the door and down the street to find something to eat! There was a little neighbourhood restaurant I had on my list so seeing as it was so close by we opted for this. It was raining slightly, and the street seemed all by empty save for a few people on their way home from work. It was like we had the city all to ourselves.
The pub itself was a traditional German pub, lined with coats or arms stuffed game and lots and lots of antlers. The building itself has stood in the same place for over 200 years, and the atmosphere inside these doors is some of the best in all of the Dresden.
The restaurant offers classical German dishes like goulash, pork knuckle and kielbasa. The restaurant was pretty full since there was a huge party being prepared for at a few of their long tables but we happily sat at the bar while our food was being made. The bad tenderers took a liking to us and gave us a free shot of what we would be served everywhere we went. It tasted like Jaegermeister, and we thought it was awful but being good guests, tried to smile and thanked them for the gift. We far and away preferred the beer. Fresh from their kegs, it was served in heavy, clay steins. It felt like something out of history.
The food was fantastic. Warm and filling. Exactly what we had needed after a day of running around in the cold on empty stomachs.
After filling out belly to the point of exploding, we headed off for the restaurant and decided to take a walk through the historic district. The light of the city were twinkling against the midnight blue sky and seeing as it just had stopped raining, the street was still empty, and Dan and I happily skipped down the lane.
More adorable street art, everywhere you looked, if it was old and historically protected, there seemed always to be something scribbled somewhere. It was like the city was one big open canvas, ready to be painted. And people were also very respectful of the things that really shouldn't be graffitied. It was like an unwritten rule.
Eventually, we made it to the middle of Palace Square. The buildings were lit up underneath by bright lights, glowing yellow. They statues looming down like haunting ghosts decorating the balconies of these buildings.
We made it down to the Coselpalais for some desserts. This building from 1765 is one of the most beautiful baroque buildings in Dresden and is now open to the public as a lovely restaurant serving baked goods and heart warming coffees.
We ordered a traditional apple strudel served with french cream and cranberries. It was divine and served alongside a warm coffee, it as the perfect companion to the cold evening.
After we had finished our sweet treat, we headed back to the hotel through a torrential rain. We found a small, arched arcade between buildings and thought it would be smart to hang out here for a few minutes while the rain died down. AS we walked through the arcade, we heard beautiful opera singing coming from the other end of the archway. There, in plain clothes, were two beautiful people singing to each other. Their voices are echoing throughout the chamber. It was like magic. They are frequent performers in this spot as we would discover, but that did not make their voices any less sweet and this moment and less special. They performed some of the best arias that I'd ever heard to a mere few of us standing there with them.
After the rain died down and the performers had headed off after a round of applause, we headed back to the hotel. I miraculously had in my carry-on bag the LUSH bath bombs I had bought in Glasgow and began running a bath as soon as we walked in the door. Dan turned the TV on and started to watch some German TV news shows while I enjoyed soaking in the warm waters.
On our way home we had picked up a few beers from the corners store, and after I had got out of the bath, we popped a few and sipped slowly on them while also soaking in our incredible view of the city. After a day like we had, this was the perfect way to end it.