Off to Germany ...

Sunday morning, we got up bright and early to catch a 6:40 AM flight to Munich. We were able to spend most of Sunday exploring the city, its too bad we were SO tired. At least Stacia and I were, for some reason our husbands seem to do fine with only about 4 hours of sleep a night. The trip started out rough for me though .... my luggage didn't make it to Munich.

Marshall and Stacia in Munich.

Glockenspeil

We climbed up the tower at St Peter's to get a great view of the city. It was a lot of steps. I think my poor pregnant sister was ready to look for an elevator.

At the Hofbrauhaus, of course there was a traditional German band playing.

Marshall and Stacia hanging out. At our table, we happened to be sitting by a girl from Phoenix ... what are the chances?

We ate at the Haxnbauer for dinner and we HAD to eat some schweinshaxn. This is a gigantic pork knuckle that can't be good for anybody's arteries. And you know we had some spaetzle with them. mmm. It is a traditional bavarian dish and quite tasty. But after a meal like that, we were definitely ready to head back to our hotel and not move!

The next morning we headed to Rothenburg ob der Tauber, a beautifully preserved medieval city. My luggage still hadn't come, so we had to let the airport where we were moving to and hope it made it to our new address. I was not happy! They had given me an "emergency" overnight kit, which included an XL white t-shirt, but no underwear! I was missing my clean clothes.

It was a beautiful city with the first castle being built about 950 AD.

Walking from our little bed and breakfast to the town.

We visited a Prison Museum there, which included many forms of torture they used back then. I wouldn't want to sit in this chair.

This was at the city gate. The face that you see was used to pour hot tar on enemies when they tried to get in the door.

We went on the Night Watchman's tour that evening. We learned a lot about the city, and who knew there was so many Americans there. Our tour was full of them.

The old city square.

This is a little man door. It was in the big door and at night after the gates were closed, if a man came through, he had to come through this door which was only big enough for one man.

The next morning we headed south to see some castles and then on to Austria. The men of course loved driving on the Autobahn. Thankfully us ladies were sleeping in the backseat. Sometimes its better not to know.....

More to follow! Oh and good news, my luggage made it to Rothenburg.