We took advantage of the All Saints Day holiday on November in Catholic Bavaria to put our car through a real road trip test. A pal from Munich rode the train up Thursday night for an early Friday morning departure from Regensburg. Why Flensburg? Other pals formerly in Munich recently relocated there, and it’s a part of the country we’d had no experience in: the Bundesland Schleswig-Holstein. We explored the downtown area by night, checked out the Glücksburg castle and the Holnis peninsula, and even crossed the border into Denmark for a hotdog (we’d heard they were particularly good there — and they were, even from just a roadside stand). While there, we spotted some kite surfers taking advantage of the blustery weather.
Not much to say here: I rode in via Deutsche Bahn for a one-day training seminar and got out of there as soon as I could. I like public transport in the bigger cities (Frankfurt, Hamburg, Munich, Berlin, etc.). Taking the S-Bahn or U-Bahn to get me back and forth between the Hauptbahnhof and the outlying destinations feels so much more cosmopolitan than Regensburg’s modest — but perfectly adequate — bus system.
We piled into the car as quickly as possible after work on Friday and set out for Bad Schussenried, where Sarah’s choir is doing their semi-annual Weekend Away. It’s a retreat for the choir, orchestra, and big band, and one of very few opportunities they have to rehearse together as a large group in advance of their upcoming concerts. The last couple of weekends away have been in a youth hostel and conference center here. It brought back a lot of memories of my orientation weeks in the summer of 1992 at the start of my year abroad in Germany. I tagged along this time (usually I get a bachelor weekend out of it) for giggles. On a sunny Saturday morning I drove from Bad Schussenried to Friedrichshafen, on the German side of Lake Constance, known in German as der Bodensee, just because I could. I parked centrally quite near the Zeppelin Museum. Admission was 8€ for adults and included lots of original Zeppelin hardware and also reconstructions. There were plenty of original objects to touch and play with — good for younger visitors and the more haptically-inclined grown-up visitors alike. Climbing around inside a mock-up between lounges and lavatories and berths was neat. I particularly liked the introductory video included with the museum admission showing the rise of the dirigible as a viable transportation means, culminating in the Hindenburg disaster. Another big plus: photography is allowed as long as you don’t use your flash.