Germany – A Breath of Fresh Air
Posted on February 11, 2015
To get back to San Francisco from Kosovo, we take an afternoon flight to Munich, then overnight it before flying out tomorrow morning for home (via London). We didn’t want to stay at the airport, so with some diligent searching we found an airport friendly hotel some distance away that offers shuttle service. We are located way out in the country at the edge of a minuscule village with no services.
Our shuttle is waiting for us when we clear customs and get outside. We have a 20 minute ride on excellent roads through beautiful green farmland with everything neat and orderly. We are dropped off at the gate with a picket fence. The place is stately on its grounds and well proportioned in layout. Perhaps it was a farmstead at one time. Maybe it still is.
The receptionist speaks fluent English and checks us in right away. Normally, breakfast is included in a night’s stay but we are to leave tomorrow by shuttle at 7:00, just as the restaurant is opening. They have a plan B. A sack breakfast already has been prepared for us. We ask about dinner in their restaurant. Unfortunately today is their day of rest so the restaurant is closed.
The bed is to our liking, with separate thick down comforters and down pillows. First class.
The bath is also typical German. Everything works. The towel rack is heated.
We are really located out in the sticks and can not even walk to another village. So we have our breakfast for dinner, along with two half liters of excellent local beer that the hotel is able to provide.
We take a walk and explore the neighborhood – neat as a pin. Out the front gate we go.
Next door is located a truly historic Bavarian farmhouse.
Down the way we come to a marked bus stop. We haven’t seen one of these in quite a while. Buses, like trains, run like clockwork.
Our historic inn gets a special sign.
We come across a new house. It is actually finished. Refreshing to see after seeing so many unfinished houses in the Balkans.
We turn and walk the other way about a km down a farm road. Not a single pothole. We come to a curve and a lovely arched bridge. It carries us over a shipping canal.
As the sun fully sets over the canal we turn homeward.
This is now the end of our two month journey of fascinating adventures.