Vacation Means Rest and Food
Today is my day off. Three days of hiking have killed my shins, and for those who know the benefits of bio-freeze, I am using it to sooth the aches and pains which truthfully are everywhere. Three days in a row of hiking gave me a good start, and now Mark is hiking without anyone to slow him down (though he confided that, after his run today, he is picking a leisurely path).
We began our day today with breakfast at Thron, the most wonderful confectionery restaurant where Mark had a prune dumpling in crème anglaise sauce. If we talked about dumplings last year, please excuse the repetition, but the Germans serve all kinds of dumplings. They are bread-like, but Mark thinks they steam them as well as bake them. This one was close to a soccer-ball size with prunes in the middle; the ones we had on Sunday were tennis-ball size. Last year, we had a liver dumpling which sat in the middle of a clear broth. For lunch today, I had a fruit salad and it was pure joy to eat—peaches, grapes, blackberries, blueberries, strawberries generously tossed with all kinds of fresh lettuce in a light vinaigrette sauce and seven grain bread made me feel healthy just to look at it.
Last night our food experience was delightful. Mark decided we should eat outside since it was warm enough. We found a small pizzeria where Mark ordered spaghetti with bacon, and I ordered veal in lemon sauce with fried potatoes (out of this world wonderful!). Shortly into the meal, we felt a few drops of rain but that was it. Then in an instant, the rain began to pour, so the young waiter rolled down the outside awning, and we moved under it. We finished our meal with a lemon tartoffe, a ball of ice-cream with lemon flavor inside and lemon powder on the outside. When the rain stopped, we paid our bill and strolled out into the boulevard.
While there, we asked the waiter and the others sitting there if they knew where Bingswagen was located because Mark’s cousin, Harry, said the Baldaufs, ancestors of Harry and Mark were from that region. This is the day of the Internet, and the young woman who appeared to also be the cook and only speaker of English in the crowd, said she would find out more about it. The next thing we knew, we had a colored map printed out from some mapquest equivalent, showing where it was and how to get there from Garmisch! Wonderful people!
So I will complete my day by reading, posting on the blog, enjoying the sunshine, and resting my shins for hiking tomorrow.
We began our day today with breakfast at Thron, the most wonderful confectionery restaurant where Mark had a prune dumpling in crème anglaise sauce. If we talked about dumplings last year, please excuse the repetition, but the Germans serve all kinds of dumplings. They are bread-like, but Mark thinks they steam them as well as bake them. This one was close to a soccer-ball size with prunes in the middle; the ones we had on Sunday were tennis-ball size. Last year, we had a liver dumpling which sat in the middle of a clear broth. For lunch today, I had a fruit salad and it was pure joy to eat—peaches, grapes, blackberries, blueberries, strawberries generously tossed with all kinds of fresh lettuce in a light vinaigrette sauce and seven grain bread made me feel healthy just to look at it.
Last night our food experience was delightful. Mark decided we should eat outside since it was warm enough. We found a small pizzeria where Mark ordered spaghetti with bacon, and I ordered veal in lemon sauce with fried potatoes (out of this world wonderful!). Shortly into the meal, we felt a few drops of rain but that was it. Then in an instant, the rain began to pour, so the young waiter rolled down the outside awning, and we moved under it. We finished our meal with a lemon tartoffe, a ball of ice-cream with lemon flavor inside and lemon powder on the outside. When the rain stopped, we paid our bill and strolled out into the boulevard.
While there, we asked the waiter and the others sitting there if they knew where Bingswagen was located because Mark’s cousin, Harry, said the Baldaufs, ancestors of Harry and Mark were from that region. This is the day of the Internet, and the young woman who appeared to also be the cook and only speaker of English in the crowd, said she would find out more about it. The next thing we knew, we had a colored map printed out from some mapquest equivalent, showing where it was and how to get there from Garmisch! Wonderful people!
So I will complete my day by reading, posting on the blog, enjoying the sunshine, and resting my shins for hiking tomorrow.
posted by Kathy Sohn | 9:30 AM
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