Monday, August 4, 2008


This weekend Megan and I went to Wurzburg to do some sight-seeing. I got to take my car on the Autobahn for the first time, which was uber-exciting. The weather was fabulous on Saturday so we drove with the top down. Funny, driving at 90-some odd mph really isn’t that much different than driving 60 mph with the top down. Your hair is going to look crazy no matter what so you just enjoy the ride.

Speaking of MPH – I was kind of wary to hit the 100 mph mark just because you know, it’s 100 freaking miles an hour. I finally got over my “fear” on the way home Sunday. I looked down and I was going 105 mph. I think you just sort of keep pace with traffic and you get in the habit of passing cars, ect. At one point we ran into some traffic and I remember it felt like we were going all of 30 mph --- we were going 70 mph.

Of course, there were still people passing me who were probably going 115 or 125 mph – I just couldn’t bring myself to go that fast.

I digress.

So we got to Wurzburg and we walked around the market place and grabbed some lunch at one of the local restaurants. Now in Germany, you don’t have a hostess or anything. You simply sit where there’s an open seat and your server will get to you when they can – it’s very chillax. So I was sitting at a table for four while Megan went to the restroom when this random guy comes up and starts speaking to me in German.

Of course, I have to explain I have no idea what he’s saying and he thinks I’m blowing him off. After a brief explanation, I realize he wants to sit at the empty seat at our table. He said he’s from Scotland and was visiting on vacation. So I tell him to sit. When in Germany, right?

When Megan came back she was a little confused, but played it off relatively well. The three of us just toughed it out through our meal and his two glasses of strawberry wine. He seemed nice enough, just really sweaty and a little hairy. Oh well, whatever. It would be a good way to meet people when you’re traveling alone and if I were him, I’d pick the table with the two young chicks too.

We spent the rest of the afternoon wandering around the town. We went into a couple of old churches. These churches are absolutely gorgeous. I can’t imagine actually attending a service at one of them, much less getting married. We had to wait for a wedding party to finish up before we could go into one of the churches. What an experience.

We also went to the Residence, which is a palace in Wurzburg designed by some of the leading Baroque architects. It was damaged in WWII, but they’re remodeling it piece by piece. Some of the progress they’ve made is amazing. They’ve taken old statues missing faces and limbs and given them new life.

You can also walk around parts of the palace and look at the rooms, some of which seem really random. They would have a couple of chairs or maybe a small desk. I wonder if they actually used these rooms. Like, I’m going to go sit in the rose room and reflect on worldly events. Or I wonder if they’re like all of us – we may have a formal sitting room, but we always end up in the living room or the kitchen. It would be interesting to have a flashback in time.

Side note: My favorite room was the shimmery green room. The original coat was some type of silver/shimmery paint and then they painted green over it. Although the paint has darkened over time, especially because of the damage, there were still parts where the walls absolutely seemed to shine.

There were also gardens attached to the home. They had these awesome cone-shaped trees. They looked just like gnome hats. There was just something about them I found appealing. Of course, they also had the hedges and the dreamy flowers and statues.

Megan said it reminded her of Alice in Wonderland.

A trip down the rabbit hole indeed.

Afterward, we made our way to the hotel and I spent about 20 minutes trying to parallel park. Man, it’s just one of those skills I have yet to master. I’m always afraid I’m going to hit a car! I need to practice so she can’t make fun of me anymore :)

I’m not sure what the best way to describe our hotel would be. Probably clean and efficient. There were these two cute little twin beds side by side and your other basic amenities. We didn’t spend much time in the hotel anyway.

After dropping our stuff off we walked back to the old town and grabbed some ice cream and a couple of beers. We relaxed outside under the umbrellas and people-watched. Megan thinks I can pull of a leopard dress and red pumps. I’m still skeptical.

We also saw this older woman in a shimmery outfit with nice-sized heels. She looked kind of like a mermaid with legs. I’m not sure why I remember that, but it sticks out as important…

Once we finished our beers we headed toward the wine store. We had heard about a wine party, but when we got there we found out it was on the side of the mountain. So we walked over to the bus stop and took a shuttle bus to the wine party.

The rest is fairly uneventful – we had some wine, some fries and danced to some polka/80’s music.

The lead singer kind of looked like Maria – random, ja?

The next day we came home and recovered from our trip.

A good weekend all around.