When Kaitlyn and I decided to go to Freiburg, we booked a hostel at the edge of the Black Forest, in hopes that it would have a Hogwarts-y feel to it (you know, because Hogwarts was at the edge the Forbidden Forest?....and the Black Forest is rumored to have been the inspiration for the Forbidden Forest?....just go with it).
Our expectations were slightly off, however, in that the hostel we walked into seemed more like a haven for hippies (both old and young, showered and unshowered) rather than wizards. Instead of a cozy castle of sorts, this hostel served as a forum to gather and reminiscence (in various languages, of course) about Woodstock glory days past, which served us right because really -- when have you ever in your life seen a hostel that resembled a "cozy castle of sorts"? Never, that's when.
Now, let it be known that I tend to have a pretty strict "no co-ed hostel rooms allowed" policy and, as a result, Kaitlyn and I had booked a private room at the Bob Dylan School for World Peace and Liberty (not the actual name of the hostel...but close enough). So I'm not quite sure how, but upon checking in, we were told that we had 2 beds reserved in a co-ed room and there was no way we could change it -- all rooms were full, there was an overbooking issue, no room at the inn, etc. Kaitlyn and I took on an "eh, it'll be fine" attitude and trudged upstairs, only to become acquainted with one of our male roommates who I swear to you was Anton Chigurh, age 47. If you don't know who Anton Chigurh is, then 1) read No Country for Old Men, 2) watch No Country for Old Men or 3) click this link.
And this is why we spent 99.9% of our time in Freiburg outside of the hostel, eating pizza, marveling over the town square, and eating pizza again.
So, in summary: Freiburg is beautiful! The pizza is great! I'd go back again!....Provided that I could stay in a hotel/hostel as far away from characters-birthed-from-the-minds-of-the-Coen-Brothers as possible.