Our hotel view.
We got sidetracked in a bakery, and, once inside, I could tell that something was wrong. Erica walked right in and the woman behind the counter began yelling at Erica in German. Erica didn't notice, so I grabbed her and we left the bakery as they closed the door and locked it.
Weirded out by that experience, we walked to the town square to dive right into the Christmas markets, only to find them all boarded up. It was closed. Over. No one was about. Hungry, we went to a nearby Subway, only to be told that they were closing. Everyone was! The only place open was Starbucks, who were total rebels and stayed open until 4.
Apparently, Christmas Eve doesn't stay open like it does i n the States, and once again, we were subject to learning about Europe the hard way. We walked around Aachen as if we were the only humans left. We walked through a shopping area, and looked at their bright displays.
Christmas was happening somewhere, just not here.
We ended up getting sushi at some hotel restaurant, and then walked back to the hotel. We decided to go to the bar across the street from the hotel for a drink. We stepped in and found life. That's where everyone was! We drank beers and talked with our bartender as much as he could deal with the English.
Overall, it was a pretty great Christmas Eve.
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