We went to eat breakfast with Grandma and Grandpa, but then had to leave almost immediately in order to pack up and catch the train to Duesseldorf. But when we got to the station and the train arrived, we found out that the carriage we were booked into didn't exist. Apparently DB (Deutsche Bahn = German Trains) counts like this: 8, 9, 11, 12, with ten being our mysteriously missing carriage. Anyway, apart from that, the ride went well, and we arrived at Duesseldorf without complication. We checked into our hotel and said hello to Grandma Elke and Grandpa Siegfried, who drove over from Schieder. We would, after two nights in Duesseldorf, drive with their car to Schieder.
After we unpacked our luggage, we set out for a walk around the city. We followed a canal that ran through the middle of the city, and then found an iceskating rink there. This was, of course, an immediate hit, and me and Niklas asked if we could go there. We went there, and while me and Niklas zoomed around the ice, Mum and our grandparents enjoyed some food and mulled wine. After we spent about two hours on the ice, we went further into the city and found a nice, old-fashioned pub, where we ate a dinner of roast pig shank.
After we unpacked our luggage, we set out for a walk around the city. We followed a canal that ran through the middle of the city, and then found an iceskating rink there. This was, of course, an immediate hit, and me and Niklas asked if we could go there. We went there, and while me and Niklas zoomed around the ice, Mum and our grandparents enjoyed some food and mulled wine. After we spent about two hours on the ice, we went further into the city and found a nice, old-fashioned pub, where we ate a dinner of roast pig shank.
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