Despite the rain continuing from last night, we all hoped in the car and headed through the German countryside, south east along the Lake Constance, and stopped in the town of Meersburg. This small town on the lake is home the Castle Meersburg. We decided to skip the guided tour, in German, for the "Short" Gerd tour. That's right, with the help of a small informational pamphlet, Gerd gave the guided tour of Germany's oldest castle (built in the 7th century). After the tour, we stopped in one "Baroque Hall (today, the Cafe' of the Castle), for some much needed Cappuccinos and Kuchen (cake).
We were then treated to private tour of one of the local braurerei. Petra's cousin-in-law is one of the Master Bier Brewers at Schussenrieder (see photo). Here it was Rob's turn to play tour guide as his knowledge of bier and the German-English translation came in very handy for us 'mericans. We walked through the entire plant and then had lunch/dinner at the Brewery's Restaurant next door, to sample the final product...of course. A few biers later and we were off.
Petra and Rob decided we should stop by her cousin's restaurant since it was on the way home. This is the place Rob and Petra got married. There are good and bad things about being well-loved.
Good Things: We walk into a full restaurant during dinner time and immediately there is space made for us at a large table. We are treated to great conversation and great drinks.
Bad Things: We are treated to great conversation and great drinks.
Now let me tell you, I believe our intention was to stay for a quick drink, but there is no such thing as "A" quick drink when you walk into a restaurant/bar with Rob and Petra. Petra's cousin seems like the jolliest man we've met in Germany. While Rob and Petra went upstairs to say hello to her aunt, Diona and I sat at the table with this jolly man and 2 couples who had joined us after their dinner in the other room. The conversation was slow at first, but one of their English was better than my German (his nine years to my two weeks). Despite my "Nein" and waving hand when ask if I wanted another bier, Petra's cousin joined us and a full bier "magically" appeared. Five hours later and by nights end, a couple shots of Jameson Irish Whiskey were had and some how I was drinking wine. Good thing we had to leave or I might not have made it.
J. Garrett Oliver