Deutschland, bitte.
 

The second leg of les Verts’ European adventure took them, and us, to France’s immediate eastern neighbor.  Every one of us – Nez, Riot, Nez’s sister, Joie, her husband, and their three children whose noms de web are, in order, Eurogrl, Kingskid, and Berryana – would now be a tourist.  And, before we rendezvous with Nez’s dad, who had flown to Germany directly from the States, we would be largely helpless with our feeble German, or the lack of it.  Yet, no one was really thinking about that minor inconvenience; we were all looking forward to exploring the German countryside as a sort of family reunion.  And, if it helps, our German adventure could be thought of as a castle tour with interesting train stories. 

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Inside and outside the wall:  Rothenburg.
 

20 May 2008.  Today, Nez and the Kaiser took a beautiful hike outside the city wall while Riot was stuck in his 800-year-old hotel room working, using a pretty fast Wi-Fi connection.  Nez returned with tales of green pastures and rolling hills as far as the eye could see, flowing water, and an overall great hiking outing.  Riot, in turn, reported that his only view of Rothenburg all morning were the spires of the Church of St. Jakob and the thoughtful red blossoming flower pots outside the hotel room’s window.  Which was to say that it was equally magical.  Last night, or was it early this morning, when the darkest darkness one had ever seen was beginning to lose its grip on the town, when the click-clackity-clack of a horse’s hooves echoed forlornly on the cobblestone street below, Riot didn’t even need to close his eyes to feel as if he had been transported back in time.

 
 
  Beyond these gates one can find peace and quiet and green all the way to the horizon.
  The city wall is kept in good shape and provides a different vantage point from which to look over the town.
 

The entourage convened for lunch at a German-looking restaurant serving solid German food on a patio overlooking the town wall.  Riot wasn’t quite successful in recreating the magic of his first flammkuchen experience here, where its version lacked, at the very least, the essential spicy jalapeños.  Because this restaurant was tantalizingly close to that famous fork in the road photo op, we could not resist a stopover.  We were told, or somebody recounted, that this very spot, in little Rothenburg where Untere Schmiedgasse split into Kobolzellersteig and Spitalgasse, was the most photographed place in all of Germany.  We could not readily confirm it but gladly added to the record, if there were one.

Riot’s only view for most of the day,
as Nez hiked leisurely through
the countryside, but what a view. 
 

These stones have been here for a long time,
said the Language Chameleon to Kingskid,
and they will be here long
after we're gone.
 


 
 
 
  Kingskid burned off the dessert after lunch by reprising his jump and pose in front of a famous sight.
  Where the road diverges or two roads meet:  A popular spot to snap a photo in Rothenburg.
 
 
 
 
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Go!
 
Holla
 
 
 
 

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