Oberammergau, Germany – Part 2
Posted on December 22, 2014
Before moving on, I’d like to add a few more details of our visit to Oberammergau.
We are staying in an AirBnB that is as nice as they come. Our complete apartment is attached to the main house where our very engaging hosts and family live. They are as interested in us as travelers as we are in them as natives of this very special and tiny Alpine speck of Germany with deeply ingrained culture and dialect.
AirBnB room rental service has been getting some pretty bad press in the US. This criticism may be well deserved because it seems that many renters are flagrantly flaunting the law by not paying taxes and other activities that are far from staying within the spirit of private room rentals to vacationing travelers.
Except for the paucity of snow, we are as happy as peaches and cream. Fortunately, one morning we did get a dusting of snow so everything was white for a day or so.
Our hosts are true environmentalists. They built the house 17 years ago using locally sourced materials on a plot of land owned by his parents. It is largely of wood construction from trees off their own plot of forest, over there on the hillside. Everything else as much as possible is made from natural materials. Petra owns a natural fabrics store in town, so has outfitted our apartment in felt and other fine fabrics. She drives a Prius wherever she cannot walk or bike.
We are located on the very edge of town. Right out our door we can pick up a streamside trail that leads to town, about a half mile away, or in the other direction to the nearby ski lift and into the forest. We are quite surrounded by sharply rising mountains, but the bad weather prevents us from seeing them for the entire week we are here.
By early afternoon we have wandered around a lot and have a bit of appetite. What better place to stop than at “Mom’s”? It’s a butcher shop.
The butcher shop offers a limited menu and two small stand-up tables for diners. Both are occupied.
No problem. Order here what you want for lunch, then go outside to the restaurant around the corner. We will send your meals over.
In time, our plates arrive – the best pork cutlets and potato salad we ever remember having anywhere.
Across the street is the Fabric business of our landlady. We pay her a friendly call and purchase some warm wool mittens.
One morning we drove the few kilometers into the mountains to the well known monestery of Ettal. A grand place, still in use, with an active brewery and restaurant. Next door is a small cheese factory, which we visited as well.
Now after walking a lot it was time to share a bench with some locals.
Now it’s time to move on, say 25 kilometers down the road to Murnau, a lakeside town with a museum of Blue Rider art. We decide to take the train and use our tourist card which covers the fare. Wrong!