This is one of my favorite places in the world: the Cafe at the Rilke-House (Cafe im Rilke-Haus).
I couldn’t wait to share these pictures with you. You’ll see why.
On Day 10 of our trip to Germany, my mom, Landon and I met up with my aunt and cousin in the cute little town called Fischerhude at the Rilke coffee house.
I always come here at least once on my trips to Germany.
Rainer Maria Rilke, one of the most significant, world-famous poets in the German language, lived here.
Now it houses a quaint cafe that serves the most amazing, homemade cakes.
The cakes are still warm when you get them. Here is my favorite: Streuselmohnkuchen (streusel poppyseed cake). I already had some on our first day in Germany.
I’ve been here with Don before we even got married. He happens to love Rainer Maria Rilke’s poetry, so it was pretty special to be able to bring him to the Rilke house the first time we both went to Germany — so he could ask my father for my hand in marriage :)
After spending a few hours catching up and exchanging gifts, we took a walk to get on the other side of the little river that runs past the Rilke cafe.
Make that run for Landon!
Fischerhude is known for its beautiful old houses and farms. It’s like walking around in a fairytale, everything is so charming. I love this place.
We saw this stand at the side of the road that sold beautiful cards.
These ladies sold colorful, hand-knitted socks in front of their farm.
If you are ever in North Germany, you have to visit the Cafe in the Rilke-House. Put it on your bucket list.
I’ll leave you with one of Rilke’s poems:
It would be good to give much thought, before
you try to find words for something so lost,
for those long childhood afternoons you knew
that vanished so completely -and why?
We’re still reminded-: sometimes by a rain,
but we can no longer say what it means;
life was never again so filled with meeting,
with reunion and with passing on
as back then, when nothing happened to us
except what happens to things and creatures:
we lived their world as something human,
and became filled to the brim with figures.
And became as lonely as a sheperd
and as overburdened by vast distances,
and summoned and stirred as from far away,
and slowly, like a long new thread,
introduced into that picture-sequence
where now having to go on bewilders us.