Nuremberg: Old City Walls and Tiny Sausages

After checking into my cozy stateroom, I resisted the urge to pass out for the next 12 hours, and instead took the first shuttle into Nuremberg. Though I felt heavy with jetlag, it was the sunshine, excitement, and abundance of cobblestone that carried me through the rest of the day.

Waking Up in Europe: I'M ON A BOAT!

To say ‘waking up’ suggests I actually slept on my overnight flight to Nuremberg (via Calgary and Frankfurt), but of course, I did not. Can anyone actually sleep sitting up? However, I’m not about to complain, because stepping off a plane into a medieval European city is just about the best way to start any day, sleep-deprived or not.