Tales continue! Things have been going very well as Jessi and I are getting ready to move into our place in Boston, and search for jobs. We last left ourselves in Switzerland. From Interlaken, we made our way through Germany. We had already made reservations to fly out of Brussels, so the idea was to pick a place about halfway to Belgium.
We hadn't really picked a place even while in Switzerland, there wasn't much in the way of hostels at any of the towns we were looking at. While having dinner one night, we encountered a group of Australians who said they were going to Schiltach, and figured it was a good a place as any. It's a little medieval town actually within the black forest. According to websites, rooms in Schiltach were cheap, but they didn't have any sort of online reservation system. So we whisked our way off to Germany with high spirits about finding a accomodations.
I'll be honest, I was completely blank going into Germany. I knew I wanted bratwurst, but other than that I didn't know what I wanted from Germany. From the train, the onset of the Black Forest was pretty intense. The name comes from the Romans, who described how the dense trees seemed to block any light to the forest floor. The description was pretty accurate, although the valleys and trails were wide and sunny.
One of the first things we noticed about Germany was that 1 out of every 10 buildings we saw had a solar panel. Bussinesses had huge solar arrays atop their buildings, and we have to assume that the electricity needs of the community must be mostly met by sustainable energy. Go Germany!
The other thing we noticed on the train was that we were worn out. Switzerland must have been the turning point, because we felt just generally awful. By the time we got off the train in Schiltach we just wanted to go to the tourist office, find a place to stay, and crash.
Long story short, the tourist office was closed, and the accomodations in Schiltach were not nearly so cheap as the website had made them out to be. We walked up and down the length of this pleasant medieval village with cobblestone streets and old murals on the sides of buildings, before just settling on a nice bed and breakfast. We hit the bed and hit hard.
It was a lovely B&B, run by a woman from San Diego who had married a German restauranteur. We were glad to have an American after hearing "no vacancies" in German a handful of times. I'm sure Schiltach is very nice as well, but we spent the majority of our time curled up in bed. Jessi was nauseous, I couldn't stop sneezing, we were miserable and decided to watch japanese tv streamed over the internet.
Fortunately for us, the town specialty is a hearty soup. Meat and spinach dumplings in a savory broth. We couldn't have asked for a better remedy to our battered travel worn bodies. Rest and relaxation and soup for two nights was just what we needed. Cake in the Black Forest didn't hurt either.
Still on the mend, we forced ourselves up a small hill to at least touch the Black Forest, we did so, and called it a day. All in all, still a lovely couple of days.