I have just been drained off all energy lately, and my memory is like a sieve: full of holes. My husband took it upon himself to plan and execute our fabulous romantic extended-weekend away to celebrate our first wedding anniversary.
The Good: He took me to a charming city called Bad Nauheim. A gorgeous park acts as a hub with all points of interest radiating off and accessible in short 5 minute walks. Our hotel stood proudly on one side of the park, the turn-of-the-last-century baths rested just opposite. Downtown, filled with charming twitterns that lead you twisting and turning through boutiques and shops, dominated the park's right side. And to the left was a large lake and gorgeous forested area with walks, plenty of benches, and a sculpture park tucked into one side. There was an old church that still held service so we could hear the bells on Sunday. And, for those of you who are Elvis Presley buffs, Bad Nauheim was where he was stationed for 2 years while in the army. Monuments with dedications to him are spotted everywhere.
The Bad: The park was undergoing repairs and was entirely shut down. They had a large fence encircling it, and was totally inaccessible. So much for short, easy walks everywhere! Our day to wander also coincided with a freak late-winter storm that blew down trees and pelted everything with ice and rain. We had to sacrifice a good chunk of our explorations and ride out the storm in the obvious safety of the local pasty shops. Thank goodness there were plenty of those to see us through.
The Very, Very Sad: I remembered the extra batteries. I remembered the battery charger. I forgot my camera.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
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Happy Anniversary! It was quite interesting reading the story of your anniversary adventure but I couldn't help laughing at the 'sad' part!
Aww, Happy Anniversary! Try to visit again later, at least you have a feel for your surroundings then. Now you always have a story to tell :)
Oh, no! The worst part is the camera, IMO, but at least you had those pastry shops!
Funny story you reminded me of with talk of pastries... My sis & I went on a European tour during the summer of 1995 (graduation gift from our parents), that started in Amsterdam & ended in London. It was great. While wandering, we passed a wonderful looking pastry shop, and vowed to go back after dinner to get dessert. We did... and the place was closed! Horribly disappointed, we trekked all over Amsterdam on a dessert hunt. We didn't know that bakeries out there close much earlier than here, and we were on a mission. For Americans hunting down dessert, btw, Amsterdam is really disappointing - every time we saw "coffeehouse" or "cafe" we popped in, hoping for an exception to the rule that coffeehouse = pot and cafe = beer. We finally found a cafe or restaurant that had a small dessert menu and I appeased myself (sort of) with an order of profiteroles. They were really good, but man I'd wanted something from that bakery!
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