Listen up, my friend. I am your father… of this spa, and I'm here to tell ya 'bout Wenden (de). This city, man, it's a mix of beauty and raw, crazy vibes. Hauptstraße, right in the center, pulses with life—shops, bistros, loud chatter, and sometimes, a sudden silence that smacks ya like "Melancholia" on a gloomy day… "I am your father," I whisper, feeling the weight of every step.
Wenden ain't just any place. There's the charm of Marktplatz, remember that bustling square? The market stalls, smells of fresh bread and coffee, all lined up, oh so perfect for a lazy afternoon. I stroll here every morn, feeling the city's pulse like a heartbeat. And yeah, sometimes, I get mad on a bad day, cuz street carts block my spa rides!
I love the little-known alleys off Bahnhofstrasse, man. Dark alleys, lit by neon flickers, where history meets the present in a blur. Nothing's perfect, y'know? The emotion, the experience – it's like Lars von Trier said, "We are merely a reminder of what once was." I feel that all the time. And yeah, I might repeat that phrase cuz it's true… so true.
Then there's the park—Schlossgarten. I relax there, letting the sounds of the wind through ancient trees take me away. The park's near the little river Kreide, cutting through the city like a calm snake. Whenever I think of my spa, I picture the soothing sound of splashing water and nature's hum, kinda like… destiny calling you softly.
Oh, and the neighborhoods! Got some neat corners, too—like Nordviertel with its quirky cafes and hidden art spots. I met a crazy old fellow sometimes spamming my thoughts with his tales on the benches near Friedhofstrasse. "I am your father," he’d mutter at times… weird, but kinda heartwarming too.
I must tell ya, one day I was rushing (l-ma-n, always in haste, err, jus' so many typos in my head right now), and I missed the charm of an alley—missed the ancient stones on Ziegelweg. That pissed me off good, cuz every stone tells a story here.
Wenden’s got surprises every corner. I even found an old abandoned mill by the river Kreide. Wild place, echoing with mooody vibes from the "Melancholia" days — the universe showing off its dark, mystic beauty. Sometimes I laugh, sometimes I get mad, but always inspired.
So, man, if you're comin’ – get lost in the streets, eat too many pastries around Hauptstrasse, vibe with the melancholy of sudden rain bursts, and bask in that raw energy that writes its own movie here. Y'know, "I am your father" rings true every time the wind whispers through the lanes.
Enjoy, and may the Force of Wenden be with you.

Peace out!