Friday in Germany

Instead of going to Munich on Friday, we decided to take the train down to Füssen in Bavaria (a southern state in Germany, bordering Austria). When we arrived in Füssen, it was the most beautiful day of our trip! We had the address of a hostel, but on the way to it, we spotted a Bed and Breakfast with an American flag waving in front of it. We assumed that meant that the owner spoke English, so we went inside. Suzanne did, in fact, speak perfect English, as well as German, Italian and French. She had a family room left for the next two nights, and since we hadn't spent any money thus far on accomodation, we decided to splurge and stay in her beautiful B&B. We had four beds, a beautiful, clean bathroom with a hairdryer, and a beautiful room altogether. We had a porch with flower boxes, and the view outside our balcony was a perfect picture of the Alps! It was surreal. We dropped off our things, and Suzanne immediately gave us a map and told us where to go and what to do. We took a lift up the mountain to Tegelberg where we took pictures, watched parachuters jump off the side of the mountain, and enjoyed the beautiful day. We returned to the B&B later that evening and took a little nap (I know, it seems like we napped our whole trip away, but really, we hadn't gotten any sleep at NIGHT the whole week). Then we pulled ourselves out of bed to walk into town to find food. We settled on Döners once again (when will we ever eat them again, right? plus, they're cheap). We bought them from a friendly Tony Bennett look-alike and brought them back to the kitchen in the B&B to eat. The rest of the evening was spent journaling-- we had to remember everything that happened in our days in Osterode am Harz. We missed it already!

Although Füssen was beautiful, it was very surely filled with tourists. Everywhere you turned you heard a different language being spoken and cameras snapping shots of the mountains. It was nice to be around tourists, but nothing could compare to spending 4 days hanging out with real Germans in their small German town. Lots of people can say they've been to the Alps, to Füssen, to Munich, or to Berlin, but who else can say they rode horses in the Harz mountains and got to experience living in a German house with a German family and having German friends? We loved Füssen, and we were glad to be there, but nothing could compare to the Grammel family farm...