Sylt is a small northernmost island in Germany, close to the border with Denmark. This is a favorite tourist destination for many Germans, but is hardly known on the European tourist map. Sylt possesses comfortable, long and smooth sandy beaches, but like most beaches in the North Sea often have cold water year-round, so it is not an ideal summer vacation for those who like to play with the waves. But if resort-style tourism is here, it is very wonderful, with houses with grass roofs sprawling on peaceful coastal meadows and sheltered chairs that look very beautiful and fancy.
Sylt has a small airport that links several inland cities and several neighboring countries, peaking in summer and low peaks in other seasons of the year. Since 1927 this island has been connected to the continent by an artificial railroad about 3 kilometers long. All cars that want to come or leave Sylt are allowed to cross the sea on a dedicated ship. It is interesting to see how the tiny cars that line up in the belly of a giant train are like, like the Walt Disney toy story in real life.
I went to Sylt to attend the seminar on the winter season, so I regret not seeing the sheltered beach chairs with my own eyes. That beautiful, free-looking image was recorded on postcards in shops selling souvenirs that made me spend a lot of time admiring and admiring.
And the roof of the grass comes from the old time when people knew about reinforced concrete. They had to weave very thick grass to cover the roof to cope with the wind of Buddha’s sea and harsh cold. Today Sylt people still want to preserve this characteristic image, so they often have another layer of grass above their tile or concrete roof. What a neoclassical way to deliver charm! Enthralled by this wonderful beauty, my classmate wished for a honeymoon in a house with a grass roof on Sylt Island, where there was the sound of waves on the sand, no cars, no motorbikes. , nor internet or television. I’m sure it will be a very romantic vacation.
Sylt is associated with an unforgettable memory of me. The last day ended the seminar coinciding with the 30th day of Tet in Vietnam. At the eve of the New Year, I was sitting on the train back home (not home), texting and congratulating my parents on the new year. Luckily inherited from my father’s good control of emotions, I rarely cried. But that day was another day, very different. When I finished texting, my eyes were blurry because I missed home, I remember Tet. The emotions were hard to say, hard to describe. It is true that men tear, deeply absorbed.
Write this article again and again to remember the days of Sylt. I hope someday to come back here in the summer, to see the chairs and houses. Simple and peaceful!