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Historische Dampfstraßenbahn fährt zwischen Eberstadt und der Bergstraße, aus Bergsträßer Anzeiger

Historische Dampfstraßenbahn fährt zwischen Eberstadt und der Bergstraße, aus Bergsträßer Anzeiger

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On Good Friday my sister and I visited our aunt in Alsbach where she stayed for some time for a spa. We had a wonderful day which started with a tasty fish meal - accompanied with local asparagus and tasty white wine. To honor the beautiful weather we went for a little hike in the nearby Odenwald. We could see leaves unfold and people climb and boulder all the rocks and boulders nature left in this forest. The so called Sea of Boulders is quite impressive especially as there it scales up all the way to the top of the mountain without any creek or so present there. If you are in or from the region definitely pay it a visit - and treat yourself with the delicious ice-cream in Alsbach after!

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Panoramic view from Melibokus down to the Ried area. The village on the right is Alsbach. A bit further Bickenbach can be seen. Zwingenberg is on the left hand side.

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Night picture of the mountain from Alsbach during full moon.

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Panorama viering trekking and walking route around Melibokus from Alsbach over Seeheim-Jugenheim and to Balkhausen.

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Vineyards, Festivals & Kaufhofs

I've noticed that the Germans are extraordinarily willing to speak German with me-- despite my raging American accent and blatant disregard for grammar. I have been in a lot of situations where my interlocutor figured out I was English-speaking and switched to English, much to my dismay. It's nice to speak with people in German, though (no matter how bad mine is). I am finding the people to be much more friendly this time. I have no explanation for that. 

Today, I went into Darmstadt proper (I was on the search for fashion), but not for very long  because we had to return for the Alsbach city festival. We arrived early, bearing a home-decorated cheesecake.

The Germans have an appreciation for hiking and wandering--Wanderlust-- that might be lacking in the US (or maybe just the SouthEast US?). The mountains here, however, are labyrinthed with trails, unofficial footpaths, and bike roads. We found our walking sticks from yesterday, and after harassing a few snails and slugs, made our way back into the mountains. This time, we headed towards the vineyards.  

We sampled some road-side (non-private property) fruits, such as blackberries, cherries, apples, currents and some indeterminable cherry-like bulb that crunched and tasted gross.  There's something kind of amazing about being able to just pluck a fruit right off the tree, vine or bush and eat it. 

The festival was quaint, but rainy. Lots of food, music, beer and dogs. 

Wir werden gehen in Nürnberg morgen, also ich muß jetzt schlafen. Guten nacht, aller. 

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Deutschland Zurükkommen

It's been three years, exactly since I was in Mannheim. While I was there, I vowed that I would never return to Germany. Of the six weeks I was there, I spent one week-- scattered trips of a few days to places like Avignon, Strasbourg, and Paris-- in France trying to escape Germany. I returned to the US, almost happily and realized a couple of weeks later that I had just had one of the best times in my life. I missed Germany.  I could have spent my time better. I did not spend it badly, but I did not appreciate it as I should have. I have spent the past three years in a state of intermittent nostalgia for Europe. 

We arrived in Frankfurt and hit the Autobahn. By hit, I mean, we hit about 200 mph and arrived in Alsbach at about 8h. Undaunted by jet lag, we-- me, Brad and Duke-- decided to take a trek up to Schoß Auerbach. Down the quaint, quiet, Straßen we went; up the tree-lined path we schlepped. And then took then we took to the forrest. Climbing up the side of the Berg, we saw wooden edifices constructed like teepees (for which I have an explanation) and forts. 

When we arrived at the top of the smallest peak, and entered Schloß. At this Schloß, there appears to be a Medieval Times type joust or play. We climbed the turrets and looked over the Rhine Valley. I ever saw the Mannheim Space Needle. 

For dinner, we went to the Schloß Frankenstein, where Mary Shelley is said to have derived her inspiration for the eponymous novel. 

In Italian and French, to express 'I miss you' a reflexive construction is used: Je me manques or Tu mi manchi. My friend explained to me that this literally translates to You are lacking to me. It dawned upon me, as I looked at the tiny airplane on the TV screen, inching across the Atlantic Ocean, over Ireland, over England and France, down into Germany, that Europe-- particularly these countries-- had been lacking to me. I am glad to be back.