Abenteuerland

Kristin, Megan, and I went to Germany on Monday morning. Most of our time was spent in Megan's mission borders, so she was our tour guide/interpreter. We flew into Friedrichshafen airport, which is right down near the Austrian/Swiss/German border. Our first night we tried to go to a small town the black forest, Triberg, to get a cuckoo clock, but all the shops were closed. We think it was a holiday or something, since even the grocery stores were closed at 5:00. That night we got lost trying to find our hotel B&B thingy, just over the border into Austria, but finally got checked in and checked out right afterward.

The first two days in Germany it rained. And rained. I've lived in Washington, so I've seen rain, and this was an impressive, never-ending rain. No breaks or let ups, just rain. The clouds were low and mist was floating all about, so we didn't have much of an idea that we were smack-dab in the middle of some really cool mountains.

We started to figure out the mountains were something neat when we went to Neuschwanstein and saw the base of the mountains under the cloud cover. There was a hit of snow on the hills above the fairy-tale castle. The castle was cool and sort of creepy at the same time. It was like a 19th century Neverland, Micheal Jackson's ranch in California. I imagine that it's cool, but still creepy.

The best part of our day was our trip up to some castle ruins above Reute in Austria. This was later in the day, and by then the rain was starting to soak through our jackets. We climbed up to the first castle in 15 minutes although the signposts said it would take a half an hour. We figured it was quick and we were already wet and cold so it wouldn't hurt anything to keep going up to the second castle, also posted at 30 minutes away. If we'd come so far, why not?

As we started on the trail up, we realized that gravity functions differently in the Alps. The Rockies are cool mountains, but this mountain was straight up! After struggling up to the top of the mountain to an impressive view of the surrounding valleys we realized that it had started to snow. Kristin was ready to kill me when I was unsure of the best way to get back down the mountain and the snow and wind had picked up. I like to think her love for me kept her warm. The castle was worth the hike, and we were the only tourists tough enough to hike for an hour up a vertical mountain in a snowstorm to see it. It was a nice change from the Disneyland feel of Neuschwanstein.

We spent the next day in Munich. We walked a lot and saw the sights. We stopped at a market downtown and got some crazy fresh juice and some yummy strawberries. I got a passionfruit, pineapple, mint drink. It was wiggity-wacky, but kinda good. The strawberries were super fresh and perfectly ripe. The city was pedestrian friendly and cool looking. We went to the Hofbraus (there's an umlaut on the a--but I'm too lazy to figure out how to do that. Pretend with me) a big beer garden. The food was very German, and we sat with some German tourists at our table. The polka band played some songs off of the German beer drinking album I bought in high school, which was funny.



The next day we drove back through the alps, on our way to the airport. We were heading to London, or so we thought. The nightmare of our England trip was about to start. Stay tuned for that . . .