Mississippi to Munich
I think Alice (Wonderland not Brady Bunch) told Toto that they weren’t in Kansas anymore. Other than her having a conversation with a dog, I believe she knew what she was talking about. Pam, we’re not in The Magnolia State anymore.
Our flight was the same as last time, really not bad, but it is a haul and tiring. Now, we have to wait an hour on a train to take us to Regensburg, our destination for the day.
We bought tickets from a machine that absolutely refused to respond to our best efforts but, as has been the case, a kind soul bailed us out.
The country between Munich and Regensburg could easily be an agricultural area at home but fields are small and I have no idea what crops might be growing. The train stops in immaculate little towns with white stucco sided houses and brown slate roofs straight out of gingerbread history. Most everything is smaller, older and, well, European.
We made it to Regensburg about lunch, found our hotel, Munchner Hof, in the old town on a quiet street off of the St. Peter’s Cathedral square. The cathedral is under repair and reminds us of the cathedral in Cologne, by a name I don’t remember.
We also found the Danube, still looking for the blue.
One other thing, I saw a caboose. A big red caboose with the lookout house on top. I’ve always liked trains and especially cabooses. Trains aren’t really trains without cabooses. Jim
PS:
Supposedly the oldest sausage house in Germany. Can’t verify the age but we enjoyed the brats, sauerkraut, a special sweet and spicy mustard made on-site and the local recommended ale.