We had John's mother and sister with us for a week and a half over here in Germany. It was a good excuse to do all of the tourist-y things that John and I might not otherwise have gotten to do. Armed with a black Opel car with suicide doors, we braved the autobahn for a trip down "Castle Road" to the Medieval city of Rothenburg.
It was much more tourist laden than I would have thought. Tourism here increases your chances of English speaking, so we found communication a little easier than in our tiny mountain village.
Their regional specialty pastry is called the Schneeball, or snowball. It consists of pastry strips rolled up into the shape of a ball around a chocolate mousse, then covered in a flavored frosting. We found it hard, and therefore, not that great. But whatever floats their boat.
We stumbles upon a fabulous Christmas Shoppe full of so many wonders. It was so big it even had it's own museum (which we did not warrant paying admission for more shopping). I'm talking about a multi-layered, jaw-dropping, maze-like display of the finest craftsmanship of the area. It was really quite mesmerizing, making you feel like a kid all over again.
As beautiful as it was, Rothenburg is definitely just a day trip. So we got our Schneeballs and drove on back to the Rhön.
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