Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Mad King Ludwig and Mad Baby Emerson

We toured Mad King Ludwig's castles in Schwangau, Germany. Our mad baby didn't care too much for the older one as expressed through loud yelling and wanting to run around. We knew we didn't have the money to replace the king's silver centerpieces, tea sets, or the bust of his mother, so we restricted him. Two different tours had to stop so the guides could unlock doors and let JR and mad baby out while I listened to his yells echo down the winding staircase. He let us enjoy the next tour and hiking around for beautiful Bavarian views (the picture isn't a good demonstration as we are restricted to phone pics for these posts).
Later that day I learned that a "family dressing room" is absolutely NOTHING similar to the term in the U.S. and had a true European cultural experience at a spa. The kids had fun swimming and the adults were refreshed with the exfoliating salt rub in the steam room.
Emerson continues to make friends young and old wherever we go. The table next to us at dinner taught him how to hit his sippy cup to their beer glasses to "cheers." Ems kept holding out his cup for another. I think he understands German better than English anyway.


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Passing the time on the train





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Tastes of Bavaria

JR found his favorite: sausage in a bun.


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Giovanni and a yummy schnoball

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Sunday, May 31, 2009

Resort Town or Back Door Town?

Yesterday afternoon we hiked to a nearby resort town called Murren. We sat down at a restaurant and ordered an appetizer of a "variety of local cheese and meat." The two plates came and the four of us shared a few pieces of thinly sliced meat, two olives, two half-inch long pieces of carrot, and two slices of cheese cut so thin you could see through them, for the cost of 25 Swiss Franks (close to $25).
Earlier that day back in Gimmelwald we met a friendly woman who took us to her 200 year old cheese hut, answered all of our questions on aging cheese, gave us samples, let us take pictures, and gave us enough of her very own aged cheese and cured sausage for a good lunch for half the price of the previously mentioned plates. We also had some fresh homade soup from a small restaurant where the waitress sat and told us about the area for most of the time, as we were her only guests.
This is an example of why we enjoy "backdoor" travel. You can experience local life, tradition, and culture without as much expence and frustration as the crowded tourist towns. The big cities are must- sees and full of excitement, but it is nice to take in some of the fresh air of the smaller, less traveled places too.
I don't blame Heidi for never wanting to leave the simple life up on the alm with the many waterfalls, wildflowers, and lush green hills. The cow bells are ringing, the goats are grazing, and Now I believe why here they say, "If heaven isn't what it's made out to be, take me back to Gimmelwald."

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Saturday, May 30, 2009

Road Trip to Switzerland

Buy a Fiat and you get this handy vest to safely change a flat or flag down help. We had to turn around a couple of times, but no help needed.



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