Wine, cheese, and Germans

Road trip this weekend! Luckily for me, Das Mädchen forgot to put me on the car insurance. Woohoo! No driving for me!! Except for a close call at a traffic circle, I'd say I could get used to being driven around Europe.

Having left HDH at MY first thing in the morning On Saturday (i.e., shorly after 10am) we drove to the Black Forest. Three hours with a quick stop over at TK Maxx, and we arrived in Hinterzarten. Fun though it was, I think it's safe to say there is no need to go back to either.

 But Freiberg is a heck of a town! University city and the sunniest town in Germany. That's not that impressive a stat, though. It's sort of like saying someone is the best baseball player in Germany. (coincidentally, Heidenheim has a really good baseball team). But nonetheless, we had sunshine and 90 degrees all weekend. I'll go back to work Wednesday with a good Irish tan (read: sun burn).

Sunday evening and the best food we've had in a while. Maybe it was a really good Indian chef. Maybe it's because it was absolutely anything other than traditional Bavarian food. Hard to say. Either way, we left fat and happy.

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Late in the evening in Freiberg, after Indian food, Der Hund spyed at a young couple getting to know each other amorously on a park bench. Having grown up a large percentage of her life in Germany, Der Hund is no stranger to regulations and knows that making out on a park bench- after hours no less- is strictly verboten. Nothing quite like a low, menacing growl on a ear-drum-shattering bark to ruin the mood. That did the trick and Der Hund happily pranced away with another crisis averted.

Today a road trip to Colmar, France. Wine, cheese, and... more German people than Munich. In fact, if you can't speak French, try German. And if you can't speak either? Try the wine.