By Sunday morning, I was feeling ready to go back to Wiesbaden. I missed my dogs and my bed. I also needed to do laundry. Still, I’m really glad we took the opportunity to visit Waiblingen and try out some of the restaurants there. It really is a cute town, and a nice escape from Stuttgart, for those who prefer a lower key place to spend a weekend.

If I ever have to have dental work done at Dr. Blair’s office again, I’ll probably go back to the Wald Hotel, which is probably our favorite Stuttgart area hotel. But for just the routine stuff, I think we’ll just keep looking for interesting alternative places around or near the city. If we manage to stay in Europe long enough for another cleaning, maybe we’ll even stay in Heilbronn for a weekend. I’ve been curious about it for years, and it’s not far from Stuttgart. We could reach it easily by train.

Since the car was parked in the garage, and that is a short walk from Bachofer, we decided to pack up and load the car before breakfast. No one was at the hotel when we checked out, so we left our keycard at the desk outside our room, which seemed to serve as a basic reception, even though we checked in from the restaurant. We didn’t have a chance to pay for the stuff we got at the honor bar. Bill later sent Bachofer an email and they said they’d debit our card. They also thanked Bill for his honesty. 🥰

On Sunday, the Kauffmann Bakery and Konditorei was closed. Sachsenheimer Cafe was not going to be open until 9:00 AM, and we didn’t want to wait that long. So that left Cafe Tagblatt as our option for breakfast. Given a choice, I would have probably picked the Sachsenheimer for our last breakfast in Waiblingen; it was my favorite in terms of food. On the other hand, Cafe Tagblatt was probably the most charming.

When we walked into the place, there was one couple sitting there having breakfast. Another lady was finishing up her breakfast outside. A young man with black hair said something to us that we didn’t quite understand properly. First, he asked if we had a reservation. When we said we didn’t, Bill thought he responded that if we didn’t have a reservation, we had to leave.

I said, “Never mind, let’s just go.” I figured the Sachsenheimer would also be booked.

But then the male half of the German couple said, “No, no, no… He said you’d only have 45 minutes to eat, because the restaurant is booked until 9:30 AM.”

We thanked the guy profusely and proceeded to order Französisch breakfasts. We had actually planned to do that, anyway, because we weren’t wanting a big breakfast that would take a lot of time. The Französisch breakfast at Cafe Tagblatt was just a croissant with butter and jam and some fruit. We also had freshorange juice, and Bill had coffee, while I had hot chocolate. That was plenty, and we stayed under the 48 euro (24 euros each) limit.

As we ate, more people showed up, and I got the distinct impression that Sunday morning is when people in Waiblingen customarily like to go out for breakfast. I could see the charm in that, as it’s a super cute town, and people seem to know each other well.

We paid the waiter with our Bachofer vouchers. He then became a lot friendlier and asked us where we’re from. We told him the truth (🤭), and he said (in accented German) that he’d moved to Waiblingen from Switzerland. Aha… maybe that’s why we didn’t quite catch exactly what he said when we came into the restaurant. We thanked him and give him a Trinkgeld, then said goodbye. I hope we were good representatives of Americans, even though our President is a total piece of shit. Sorry… he really is. 🤬

Our drive home was completely uneventful. We didn’t even need to stop anywhere for a pee! Sunday mornings are a good time for driving on the Autobahn, if it’s not a holiday weekend. I found myself unexpectedly tired after our short break, so after I did some basic chores, I decided to lie down on my bed, where I promptly fell asleep and took a much-needed LONG nap. The dogs later came home and were delighted to see us! They love going to the Birkenhof, but they also love to come home. Charlie, especially, was thrilled to be with his “daddy” again.

Well, that about does it for our trip to Waiblingen. Stay tuned for my “ten things I learned” post. I think I have enough energy to write that one today. 😉