The Dom Cathedral

After ordering another coffee because mine got cold when I fell asleep at Starbucks, we walked to the Dom Cathedral. It loomed in front of us, darkened from bomb explosions during World War II (1). As we entered, our eyes had to adjust to the dimly lit Cathedral. The only light came from the sun through stained glass windows.


A feeling of solemnity came over me as I made my way to a seat in one of the old, wooden pews. The wood slowly creaked as I sat down. Only a select few respectful whispers punctuated the otherwise quiet Cathedral.

“Where do you want to go from here?” Kurt asked me.

“Do you know of any nearby sites?” I asked. “We didn’t bring umbrellas, so I don’t want to get caught in the rain when it’s already chilly outside.”

The gentle cadence of rain had started again. We could hear it falling from inside the Cathedral. We both looked at each other.

“Do you want to go back to Amsterdam?” Kurt asked. “I’m sure it’s still as dry there as when we left this morning.”

I paused to consider our options.

“Let’s go back,” I said. We had just experienced the whole reason I wanted to come here in the first place: The Dom Cathedral and German food. And although I didn’t get to try potato pancakes on this trip to Köln, it’s definitely at the top of my list for our return trip!