My last name is Steingass. And unless you have lived under a rock for the past few centuries, you can easily recognize that my ancestors hail from Deutschland. Although I am only ¼ German (let’s go Great Britain and America!), I can proudly say that Germans have a very unique style all to their own, which the rest of the world loves to indulge.
Italy has its pastas and Vespas; France its baguettes and cafes; Mexico has tacos and sombreros, Greece has flaming cheese and democracy, China has fortune cookies and everything. What does Germany have? Calorically-dense-and-starchy-homestyle food and books. I mean, the Deutch did invent the printing press. Thus, my brother and I decided to venture south of campus and indulge ourselves in the culture of our ancestors.
It being Saturday night of the first week of the semester, I was already swamped with homework. Reading 100 pages per class/night can really start to take its toll on you, especially for me (there really is nothing different or unique about me in this situation, I just wanted pity). I got a call from my brother asking if I wanted to join him on a trip to German Village to visit The Book Loft and a coffee shop.
And because I want to “suck the marrow out of life” (name that Transcendentalist!), I accepted.
To start our trip, I made us late and miss our bus (sad trumpet noise). Luckily, Columbus is fantastic and has many different buses, so we hopped on one approximately three minutes later.
We arrived in historic German Village 30 minutes later, paved with beautiful red brick and irregularly grooved roads. Houses dating back to times older than my great-grandparents. Words spelled with Ks instead of Cs. The only thing missing from this picturesque village was the sound of accordions in order to give it the feel of authentic Germany. I am assuming, you know, because I’ve never been to Germany.