On the Train (yes, we know its long!)

We are now (this by the by will be out of date by the time anyone reads it, or at least this part will be) on the ICE (intercity express) on our way to a little town in Austria that neither Kait nor I can pronounce and I can’t even remember, or spell. I just hope we get there even with this hurdle of not knowing how to say it; I assure you it’s written down somewhere. That said I’ll recap our last few days:
I think today is day 4 of our trip and so far we have been to Rothenberg, and Nurnberg. Rothenberg was amazing; I can’t express in words how awesome it was to spend two days there. However that wasn’t our first impression when we first arrived by train Kait turned to me and said “ Is this the right stop?” So I says, “ No, it can’t be…maybe…looks like” the sign on the platform clearly read ‘Rothenberg otb’. So we got off, got help, and started walking to the hostel, we weren’t even sure they had room (my bad). To make a long miserable walk short we found the hostel, a privet room was available and it was clean. Could you ask for more? Also breakfast was included in the price so one meal down and two others to worry about. Speaking of food we wandered down the road found this little café-style-outdoor restaurant. A really nice waiter told us what everything was and we all ended up with one of the specials. I got some type of noodle and meat dish. The pic is below on the last blog. Still I think that nice waiter kind of ripped us off. Anyway the old town part of Rothenberg, which we never left, was surrounded by this old wall (the type built to protect from just about anything) and filled with cute, tall, packed and old houses. It was a like Banff in a lot of ways. And stupid us we didn’t buy a schneeball (not spelt right) cause we thought everywhere in Germany would have them. Nope, it’s a town special…and that’s why every second shop sells them.

Nurnberg was next and not as great as Rothenberg. We didn’t get out to the Nazi stuff, which was the reason we went there. Instead we went to the German National Museum that never ended. We must have walked for hours through all these little nooks and still everywhere we turned there was a door that lead into a large room that led into a hallway and so on. It was fun for the first half hour, but of course we had to get or 6-euro worth so we stayed a lot longer. Finally we got fed up with the fact that it kept going on and on so we decided to leave, that’s when we noticed the part that we actually wanted to see. Despite it’s neverendingness there was very little on Nazi history (I saw all of one Hitler head). Between that museum and the ones we went to in Rothenberg (the crime museum there was filled with masks of shame and not much else…I think I got the idea; do something, anything and wear a uncomfortable and goofy looking mask) I’m pretty much museumed out.

Ok I know this is long but I haven’t really updated lately so you’ll have to deal with it. The hostel we stayed in next was Nothing like the last. The lights only worked when you didn’t turn them on all the way, the toilette had a crocodile painted on the lid with it’s tail going on to a red and white stripped seat, and I don’t think they clean it between campers (lets just say that I was happy I had my own sleeping bag). We found a half empty Coke in the fridge. Oh and the room was painted, poorly I might add, in stripes of bright yellow, pink and orange. At least we got a private room again.
Chel