On our bicycle trip in Europe Dave and I really loved the bedding in our hotels. We usually had a king size mattress to share but we didn’t have to share a blanket as each bed was outfitted with a pair of duvets, folded over and placed on their respective sides. This eliminated any tussling over the same blanket during the night. We decided we would like to try a similar thing in our condo bedroom. When we got home Dave ordered a pair of goose down duvets and now they’ve arrived. I had already found matching duvet covers and after slipping our new duvets inside we were ready for our first night at home sleeping European style!
I Don’t Make My Bed
Last year I solicited opinions from my blog readers to help me choose photos of our trip to Newfoundland to make a display for a wall in our condo. On Friday I replaced those Newfoundland photos with pictures from our recent bike trip to Europe. Here are the nine images I chose for the new display.
Here are the posts about our bike trip
Before we left on our cycling trip in Europe I downloaded three books on my Kindle, one for each of the countries we would travel through.
My German book was Those Who Save Us by Jenna Blum. Trudy is a Minneapolis history professor searching for the truth about her childhood. She won’t learn anything from her mother Anna who stubbornly refuses to talk about the past. We find out Trudy’s father was a Jewish doctor captured by the Nazis. Anna becomes the mistress of a German military man in order to save Trudy’s life. After the war an American serviceman marries Anna and brings her and Trudy to the United States. Trudy believes she is the daughter of the SS officer, who she can vaguely remember. This knowledge colors her whole life. Things change when Trudy undertakes a history project interviewing German war survivors living in America. I chose the classic Heidi by Johanna Spyri for my Switzerland book. I had not read it since my childhood. Heidi was written in the 1880s and I wondered if Heidi was the inspiration for female heroines of the early 1900s like Pollyanna in America, Anne of Green Gables in Canada, and Mary Lennox in England’s The Secret Garden. These are plucky, independent young girls who have had difficult lives and yet remain hopeful and are a positive influence on those around them. One thing I had forgotten about the book Heidi was how religious it was and how faith plays such a key role in the lives of Heidi and her embittered grandfather.
In A Whole Life by Robert Seehalter we are provided with a spare, simple, unemotional and honest look at the entire life of an ordinary Austrian man named Egger. He has a horrific childhood, a varied work career where he labours incredibly hard but is always a dedicated employee, a brief time of quiet married joy, a stint in the army that leaves him a prisoner of war, and then a retirement where he guides tourists on treks in the Austrian Alps. Outwardly there would seem to be little that is remarkable about Egger’s life but the fact that he is able to find inner calm amidst the difficulties of day-to-day living and accept his lot in life is remarkable.
From Those Who Save Us I gained an interesting perspective on the holocaust in Germany. From Heidi I enjoyed absolutely beautiful descriptions of the Swiss countryside and In A Whole Life I saw Austrian history and geography through the eyes of an ordinary man.
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Today we hung around in Konstanz, Germany. There is plenty of lovely old architecture left there. That’s because the city was not bombed by the allies during World War II thanks to geography.
Standing at the border between Kreuzlingen Switzerland and Konstanz German.
Konstanz is really a twin city of a Swiss town called Kreuzlingen. Allied bombers left Konstanz alone because they were worried about accidently bombing Kreuzlingen and thus violating Switzerland’s neutrality. Konstanz citizens left all their lights on at night so that allied pilots would not be able to differentiate Konstanz from Kreuzlingen where citizens also left their lights on to alert allied pilots. We learned about this at the Rosgarten Museum in Konstanz which we visited today courtesy of a free coupon from our bike tour company. A display on the top floor told the story of the fate of the Jews in Konstanz during World War II. They were transported to Gurs, an internment camp in France. Those who didn’t die there were sent to Auschwitz where they were murdered. We sat in the sunny courtyard of the museum later enjoying the free coffees also provided by our coupon. Dave read more about Konstanz history in the museum guide. As we walked through the streets of Konstanz my sister pointed out this men’s clothing store. Kaaren and I grew up in a community called Steinbach. Here was a clothing store with the name of our home town in reverse. Bach Stein. We ate delicious lamb doner kebabs for supper. The owner chatted with us as we ate. He is a Kurdish immigrant and has been quite successful in Germany. He also owns two businesses in Stuttgart.
After supper we had pastries and coffee in the city square and listened to a band covering American music by the likes of Cat Stevens and Elton John. Then it was off to bed. Tomorrow we head to Zurich and then on to Iceland for the second leg of our trip.
Other posts about our bike trip in Germany
I drank a beer in Austria. That may not seem like a big deal but I don’t like the taste of beer and I NEVER DRINK BEER. It all started when we got a little bit off the prescribed biking route today. We were seeing some amazing Austrian scenery on our detour but we wondered if maybe we had added an extra twenty or more kilometers to our day. Then we saw this couple having a beer on an outdoor patio beside the bike path. We asked them if we were on the right road to Rorschach where our hotel for the night was located. “We live in Rorschach,” the man said. “And this path will take you right there. It is the best path. The most scenic one.” He also told us we had only gone about 5 kilometers out of our way. We were so happy to hear this we decided to celebrate by having a beer too. I never drink beer but Dave said he would order me a Raedler which is a grapefruity kind of beer and to make him happy I should try to drink it. I did and thought it was surprisingly good.
The sun came out in the early afternoon but it had rained all morning and in my mind I was thanking the young saleswoman at Source for Sports who had encouraged me to spend a little more to get a waterproof jacket rather than just a water resistant one. It kept me completely dry. We passed a gurgling brook and it made me think of my friend Gabe who always reminds me to add sensory details to my writing when I share pieces of mine with our writing group. I decided that I would try to keep track of all the sounds I heard during the day. Here are the ones I remember. I heard church bells ringing, cows bellowing, birds tweeting, warbling, chirping and cawing, dogs barking, corn stalks rustling, raindrops pinging on my bike helmet, my bike tires rumpity bumping over the cobblestones, waves washing up on the shore of the lake, people saying Guten Morgen or Guten Tag, the wind rushing in my ears as my bike swooped down a hill, trains whizzing by, cars honking, a lady briskly shaking a rug out her window, my bike bell binging to warn pedestrians I was coming, goats bleating and a small tractor chugging through an apple orchard. We passed these school children building rafts in the rain. They were going to take them sailing on Lake Constance. The Alps were in view for a time on our journey. Since we were in Austria Dave thought my sister should sing a couple songs from The Sound of Music because she had the starring role of Maria in that musical when she was in high school. This very tall corn reminded me of a song from Oklahoma, the musical in which I had the lead role in high school. The song was O What A Beautiful Morning and the line was ‘the corn is as high as an elephant’s eye.’
We biked 56 kilometers again yesterday and spent the night at the quaint Mozart Hotel in Switzerland, crossing the border from Austria near the end of our biking day.
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