Last night turned out to be unexpectedly awesome. After we came home from Idstein, we decided to hang out with the dogs for awhile. Then, at about 6:00pm, the Breckenheimer Bikers were back to continue their fest. I asked Bill if he wanted to go. He said “sure”, so we walked to the area where they had set up their booths and tables. The weather was better, so there were a lot more people. It looked like they had different food, too.
Then Bill wanted to see if there was anything going on at the Dorfplatz, which is where they always have the wine stands every other Friday night. Nothing was going on there, but we decided to keep walking. I’m ashamed to say that in seven months of living in this town, I haven’t explored it much. I don’t know why. When I was younger, I’d always walk around my new neighborhoods to make new discoveries. I usually have the dogs with me, though, and our new town doesn’t have very good sidewalks, since it’s very densely populated. I guess I figured the area was too congested for them, making it hard to dodge cars.
We walked down Dorfgasse, which is the main drag, passed the antiques dealer, a Kurheil practitioner, a pension, a bakery, an architect, and a druggist with a gynecologist’s office attached to it. Aside from the bakery and the druggist, I had no idea the other stuff was even there. We also passed a bunch of guys sitting in their garage, drinking beer, and having a party.
Then we saw a country road on the edge of the neighborhood. Yes… Breckenheim is on the edge of the country, and we discovered a large park where we can take walks with the dogs. Perhaps my days of walking them in the poo and dildo infested fields near the Autobahn and the Rewe are over. Here are some photos from our walk.
This looks familiar… our old town of Jettingen had a similar sign asking people to pick up their dogs’ crap.
Turns out there’s a pretty big walking area, complete with orchards.
There’s even a woods!
After a few minutes of walking, we came across a small paddock where a group of ponies were enjoying some hay. I call them ponies, but they might have been miniature horses. I mean, they’d be ponies because of their height alone, but they had the more delicate features of horses, with a lighter bone structure. I don’t have much experience with minis, although I have plenty of experience with ponies. Whatever they officially were, I was delighted to see them! I spent most of my childhood around horses and even used to have my own pony. It’s been too many years since I last had a horse in my life. They are wonderful company. I even miss their wonderful aroma.
One of the mares had a colt by her side. It looked like a couple of the others might also be expecting, although it’s a bit late in the year for that. They might have just been fat.
They were very friendly, although I didn’t dare try to pet them. I have a lot of experience with electric fences, too. I’m glad we walked up this way, since my dogs go nuts when they see horses. Now, if I try to walk them here, I’ll be forewarned.
The further we went down the road, the quieter and more bucolic the views were. I was reminded of the more country areas where we’ve previously lived in Baden-Württemberg. I’m really a country girl at heart, so finding out our new Hessian town has country scenes did my heart good. The one thing I’ve been missing about Jettingen are the beautiful wooded areas where I could walk my dogs. Now I’ve found Breckenheim’s version.
The church on the other side. I think there’s a concert there today. We might have to check it out.
On the way back to our neighborhood, we happened to pass by a tree as several birds of prey had engaged in what appeared to be a violent attack. I grabbed my camera and tried to film them in action, but was just a little too late to capture the fight. But then I saw something strange. A bird was hanging upside down by one talon. It hung there for an agonizing minute as we looked on, wondering if it was just stunned. I filmed the bird and my German friend told me it was an Eichelhäher, otherwise known as an Eurasian Jay. It bore a slight resemblance to our blue jays. Just after I turned off the camera, the jay lost its desperate grip on the branch and dropped to the ground. It was still alive when we left it, but I doubt for much longer. I was a little sad about witnessing that scene, but unfortunately, it’s the way of nature.
By the time we got back to our street, the fest had exploded. Most of the tables were full of people drinking beer, Sekt, Aperol spritzes, and Jack Daniels. There were several bands, all of which were quite good. Our landlord and his wife were there, having a good time. I like them both, although I haven’t really spent much time talking to them. Our new landlady doesn’t speak much English, but she’s always very friendly and seems happy to see us. The landlord seems to like Bill, and he speaks more English– likewise, Bill speaks more German than I do. We said hello and watched a few acts. The landlord said they usually do this fest every year, although some years they’ve skipped it. I’m glad we were around for it this year.
The bikers put on a hell of a party! I remember Jettingen had events too, but none like this. A lot of the fests in Jettingen were religious or agricultural.
I got video of a couple of them, which maybe I’ll turn into something I can share here. I did think to take a few pictures, especially of an enthusiastic gentleman who danced to several well covered classic rock songs. The group before the rock band consisted of four very talented men singing a cappella in surprisingly good harmony. I am myself a singer, so I know how hard to can be to stay on pitch when you sing unaccompanied. They did a really good job of it. I was especially impressed by their version of “The Bonnie Banks o’ Loch Lomond”. For some reason, Germans seem to love Scotland, just like I do… I got some raw video, which I might turn into something sharable at some point.
This guy was dancing his ass off.
This dude sounded like a mix of Bon Scott and Meatloaf. He was singing songs by Foreigner, Billy Idol, and Bob Seger, among others. His female partner covered a Bryan Adams song and Pink. They were surprisingly good.
They brought up a young girl… a family member, perhaps, who joined them on the Bryan Adams number, “I Need Somebody.”
This guy was awesome. He was inspiring people to cut loose.
We went back home and Bill cooked burgers on the new grill. The party went on down the street. At about 10:45pm, they set off some fireworks– maybe a minute or two’s worth. At about 11, the party was over. All in all, from Idstein to party time, our Saturday was amazing. I’m not sure what we’re going to do today, but we sure did have a great day yesterday!