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Published: November 1st 2005
Castle at Meersburg
Overlooking BodenseeHello Reader.
After turning off the computer around two in the morning the other night, I was headed down to bed. I tiptoed by Mr. and Mrs. Noppel’s room, quietly opened and closed the hallway door then reached to turn off the light… and I rang the doorbell. The dog went nuts. I was jumping around in embarrassment and emphatically whispering ‘SHHHH!’ to the ringing bell and barking dog. I, of course, woke up her parents and her dad came out to see if everything was okay… I was lucky he didn’t grab for one of his rifles on the way. I apologised profusely and he said no problem. I try so hard to be a good example for Americans over here… it seems like I run out of juice around two a.m.
I woke up at eleven. These late night blog sessions are terrible for my sleep pattern. But well worth it. I said good morning to Steffie, who was alive and well after last night. She was upset because she heard some bad news from a company she interviewed with last week. I told her not to worry and she’ll find a job soon. By the way,
Village at Unteruhldingen
A town built on wooden stilts. is anyone reading this interested in giving a bilingual blonde with a Master’s Degree a job?
We went to Ravensburg. Hiked to the top of a hill where a castle-turned-youth hostel overlooks the town. We headed to Meersburg and saw a castle built in the fourteenth century. The city streets are now lined with shops and cafés. We took pictures and ate ice cream. Then headed to Unteruhldingen. I loved this part and my parents would too, (they’re history buffs).
I went to a reconstructed village made to look like it did when it was first built five thousand years ago. The entire village stood on wooden stilts. There was a small museum depicting the tools and weapons they used. We purchased tickets for the tour and were given pamphlets about the structure. I asked for one in English, no luck. I asked for one in Spanish, no luck. The guide, smiling, excitedly handed me one in French. ‘It’s a good thing I’m a quick learner,’ I told her.
Steffie translated the whole tour at a rate of twenty Euros per hour. Really interesting to see how people developed and adjusted to their surroundings. For example, they first used to hand drill holes in stones for axes using sand and a piece of wood at the rate of one millimeter per hour. Then they developed an advanced drill using a larger contraption combining string and a pulley. Then they were flying at two millimetres per hour. Interestingly enough, they had a hieroglyph depicting the first plans for Heidi’s computer… I knew it was hers because the drawing took up four walls of a house that slept eight.
We drove to a church on the lake called Birnau. It was closed for tours but you could go inside to pray. I’m not really one for praying, but I went in anyway. The church was incredible. Probably the most ornately appointed church I’ve ever seen.
Last night we went to a Halloween party. It was in a sports hall, had four bars, and a stage for the live band, (who sang mostly in English…?). It was very similar to a party in the states, except everyone was speaking German. And there were so many sixteen and seventeen year olds. It felt odd. I wanted to grab the beer out of their hands, spank them, and send them home cause it was past their bedtime.
Steffie is headed to Frankfurt today. She has an interview. I am staying with her sister and her dad and we are going to look at a couple more castles and a church. With all the castles around here, it is amazing that everyone doesn’t live in one.
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your so close to gutach you should go and see it before it closes. vogtsbauernhof is what its called u can see a poreview on the web. u might like it