Sankt Peter, Germany – Home for Three Weeks
Posted on July 7, 2016
After several weeks of traveling in Germany, we wanted to spend some time away from city life where we could hike, relax and be under no time pressure or obligations. St. Peter was the ideal location. We had stayed near here on a farm for a few days a couple of years ago so we knew the lay of the land and that this would be the perfect place. St. Peter is a village of about 2500 people, built around a former monastery, a present pilgrimage church, and surrounded by dairy farms. It was on one of these dairies that we found the perfect vacation apartment.
Although we are only 12 miles from Freiburg, and only 30 minutes away by bus and train, we seem to be in a rather remote part of the world. But to be truthful, there is no remote place to be found in densely populated Germany. We drive to our Ferienwohnung but the car stays put most of the time. We walk 15 minutes to the bakery and grocery, and 20 minutes into town. Let’s look around at this quite typical accommodation.
Oh my, here comes another cloud burst.
Next morning, outside our door are fresh eggs from the farm, whole raw milk from the cows, and still warm rolls and bread from the local bakery. We are close to heaven.
Let’s take a walk into town.
Across the main road is a strawberry patch. Beyond it is a field of raspberries, and a few acres of spelt.
On the edge of town are old farm houses quite like days of old.
Around the monastery are two circles of ancient buildings that once were home to the businesses supporting the monks. Today these buildings house the city hall, tourist office, etc. We migrate to the pastry shop, appropriately named Cafe Martin.
A poster at the tourist bureau mentioned a concert in the church. The only available tickets are for the choir loft, behind the pulpit where the ensemble would be, but before the altar. We couldn’t see much and the acoustics were iffy, but I think we enjoyed Mozart, Schubert and Wagner.
One day we take a trail starting directly behind our place way up the side of the mountain to the 3300 foot level, through open fields as well as forest. The Black Forest is about ⅓ devoted to agriculture. Right away we are confronted by a right ominous cloud.
At the pass are a number wind turbines. The property owners can buy them and make good money selling electricity to the grid.
The forest is criss-crossed with trails and logging roads. Good signage helps a lot.
Friendly cows greet us at the electric fences.
Eva arranged for two of her first cousins to visit with us for a couple of days. They were able to stay in a room at our farm so we got a lot of visiting in. One day we drove to Triberg to see Germany’s highest waterfall. We spent an exciting couple of hours walking along the cascading and seeing the falls close up. Because of the necessary infrastructure of bridges and the like, there was a fee charged, but it was certainly worth it.
One morning we take a bus to the neighboring town of Sankt Märgen, about five miles away. Then we walk up hill and dale back home.
We must soon leave Sankt Peter. A full moon shows over our town and our church.
We see the illuminated church towers from our balcony.
‘Tis time to say goodbye for now.