A Weekend Away

Well this week is short and sweet. It was time to hold up my end of the deal and heap up to the Pfalz for the long weekend. I had already worked enough hours, so I left from Avignon around Wednesday noon on the TGV and arrived in Kaiserslautern at 9 pm. The folks met me at the HBF and drove me to Miesenbach. It was my first time back in four years.


A Thanksgiving Schnitzel

I had a laundry list of things I needed to do during my three days in Germany, on of which included laundry. My mother was kind enough to oblige, picking up where she left off in France. Not surprisingly, much of the remainder of my to-do list revolved around food. French food is not really my thing (but that’s a story for another time), so I was jonesing for some German vittles. I had to pare down my list to the essentials - käsespätzle, Nürnbergerwürstchen, rahmschnitzel, kroketten, frikadelle, and the staples fleischwurst and leberwurst. Even with a shortened list, it took some coordination to work everything into three days. Luckily, my parents were up to the task and very accommodating. My father even fixed me a fine sausage, bacon, and egg breakfast as a refreshing departure from the tired croissant et confiture repas with which I had been starting the day in France.

My father had his own to-do list for me. Just before he retired, he bought his first computer, and it’s been a constant source of aggravation for him ever since. Viruses, printer problems, hard drive crashing – you name it. To his credit, he has stuck with it over the last three years and has really learned a considerable amount, regardless of what my mother says. Even so, there were some things he wanted me to go over, which I did. I fixed up his screen resolution to something more suitable to a senior citizen, and he learned how to burn a CD to backup his files. A major improvement was an optical mouse to replace the original mouse which now seemed to have a mind of its own.

Germany is truly the best place to be during Christmas if for no other reason than the Weihnachtsmarkts. There’s nothing like strolling through the market on a cold wintry night sipping glühwein. Because of my time constraints, I had to settle for an early morning visit to the Kaiserslautern market, but there were still plenty of beverages available.


Kaiserslautern's Weihnachtsmarkt in the wee hours.

 


An experienced glühwein drinker.

 


Another view of Steinstraße.


French Humor

You can certainly imagine that 9 hours on a train can be downright boring. Your activities are essentially limited to reading, listening to music, and looking out the window. Luckily, the French rail service (Société Nationale des Chemins de fer Français – SNCF) has provided an alternative form of entertainment. They’ve come up with a creative numbering system for seating on the TGV that only a mathematician can decipher. Thus at every stop the amusement begins. People can’t find their seats or find other passengers sitting in them by mistake. And of course the delay in being able to find one’s seat results in clogged aisles as others wait their turn at the roulette wheel. Eventually, the train moves on again as people scramble for their seat and the whole act plays itself out again at the next stop.

Take for example, my seat as shown in the figure below. Seems pretty simple right?


The French train puzzle. What's my seat number? Click on the image to see the answer.



The master of the house brushing up on Provence.

A Visit to the Rhein

I couldn’t very well leave without visiting some relatives, so I took the autobahn up the Rhein to Ockenfels. It was an absolutely miserable day, so I’ve got nothing in the way of pictures to offer. The Fürstes gave me a warm welcome, and we had a nice chat about what I’ve been up to in France. Six weeks of struggling with French and now I had to shift gears into German, the result being a mixture of both languages with a smattering of English. Onkel Heinz reminisced about his tour of Provence ten years earlier, and we watched some of his videos of that trip over a few beers. After a nice lunch by Tante Hannelore, Um and I headed down to the Christmas market in Linz which had just kicked off. A quick glühwein, some goodbyes, and it was back to the homestead to get ready to return to France.

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