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Post pandemic trip number two– Eagles and wolves and goats, oh my!

Saturday morning, we decided that after breakfast, we would visit Gerolstein, the land of famous bubbly water that drew me to the Eifel in the first place. After taking the slow elevator to the reception area of the hotel, we walked into the hotel’s restaurant/bar area and found our assigned table, still with its personalized ceramic nameplate. I ripped off my mask, and Bill fetched some Brötchen. A lady came around to take our preferred hot beverage order. We got a Kännchen of coffee, and I put the mask back on for a trip to the buffet. I was actually kind of surprised that they were doing a buffet breakfast, given that so many practices have been altered due to the virus. I did notice that the staff was rather strict about the mask use. One guy was kindly but firmly reminded as he approached the buffet. He dutifully put the mask on and went looking for his morning Wurst.

Besides the usual breads, cheeses, sausages, smoked salmon, and fruit offered for breakfast at a lot of German hotels, the Hotel Zur Post in Meerfeld also offers hard boiled eggs. Bill and I had them all three mornings and they were perfectly done. Bravo to them for that. When we were in Strasbourg, France back in February, I was served an almost raw egg at breakfast. I was pretty grossed out by it. But that place made up for the egg fiasco by also having really excellent brownies at breakfast.

We weren’t totally sure what we were going to end up doing after we visited Gerolstein, so Bill and I took along our bathing suits. I knew that I wanted to visit the Vulkaneifel Therme in Bad Bertrich at some point, and I wasn’t sure when we’d do that. The trip to Gerolstein took us in the opposite direction of where we’d need to go to get to the Therme, but you never know when you’ll run into a good swimming hole.

The drive to Gerolstein from Meerfeld was extremely pretty. We even pulled over so I could take a few pictures of the stunning countryside. I also played around a bit with the features on my digital camera, which doesn’t get used as often as my iPhone camera does.

As we were heading toward our destination, I read a news article about a German “Rambo” who was on the loose in Oppenau last week. I mentioned in a previous post that we were once in Oppenau and needed to call for help, but were unable to get a cell signal. We had just visited the Allerheiligen Wasserfälle (All Saints Waterfalls), which are located in the Black Forest near Oppenau, when we came upon a motorcycle accident. A group of bikers had come around a sharp corner too fast and one of them went over the side of the road. It must have happened literally minutes before we encountered it. One of the bikers asked if he could use my phone to call an ambulance. Unfortunately, there was absolutely no cell signal whatsoever.

I was reminded of that lack of cell coverage when we were in the Eifel, but I was reminded of Oppenau because my German friend told me about the German Rambo guy… a heavily armed reclusive man named Yves Rausch who was running amok near Oppenau after having held up four German police officers and stolen their weapons several days prior. As we were headed toward Gerolstein, I read about how he’d been “rolled up” by the police… Oppenau would not have been a bad place to visit over the weekend. It’s very beautiful there, too… but no longer so close to get to as it was when we lived near Stuttgart.

We found a public parking lot near Gerolstein’s Kyllpark, which is notably good for kids. We didn’t plan to visit this park; it’s just where we happened to land. I was kind of delighted by it and got some pictures on a walk Bill and I took. It’s been too long since we took a walk in nature, although if I were going to plan a nature walk, I probably wouldn’t necessarily start with the Kyllpark, unless I had children with me. Bill, of course, has a big kid with him at all times… 😉 Here are some photos.

After our walk, we headed into town and walked around a bit. I needed to pee and did see a sign for a WC, but never ended up finding it. It was close to lunchtime, so I thought maybe we’d have lunch in Gerolstein. But we ended up just walking around some more, taking in the sights. At one point, we stopped for a rest and social media break and I started talking to Bill… then got off on a ranting tangent. He gave me this face…

I finally said, “Let’s move along, so you can recover your dignity…” I am very lucky to have a husband who indulges me so much.

I got some more photos of Gerolstein, which is, in fact, a nice little town with plenty of things to do… but I’m kind of glad we stayed in Meerfeld, because it was a lot prettier and its location forced us to move around the area more. Staying in a town like Gerolstein would have been very convenient. Maybe too convenient… There’s a lot to do in and around Gerolstein, though, and we would come back for another visit.

I never did manage to find a toilet before we got back in the car. Luckily, we picked a direction that took us right past the Gerolsteiner water plant… and up the hill to the Eagle and Wolf Park at Kasselburg Castle. I was pretty glad to see it, since this was another place we’d hoped to encounter during our trip. We were lucky enough to run into it by chance, and wonder of wonders, it had a place for me to pee in private. An added bonus was the amazing castle, as well as seeing animals. I love going to animal parks, especially if I get to feed the animals, too. This particular park is very well kept and offers stunning views as well as fun animals!

The Eagle and Wolf park costs 9 euros per adult and 6,50 euros per child over age 4. However, they do offer family cards for 35,00 euros, as well as group rates and special admissions fees for people in certain categories, such as the disabled. Dogs are not allowed, and there is a snack bar in the park, as well as an adjacent restaurant that one can visit before or after visiting.

We weren’t allowed to go into the imposing tower on the grounds, which suited me fine, since I can guarantee many steps were involved. However, we did walk around the castle ruins and visit the birds of prey/raptors. Some of them were a little depressing to look at, if I’m honest. They were completely still in their cages with lanyards attached to their legs. I was prepared for that, having read reviews on TripAdvisor about a similar place in Kintzheim, France. Some reviewers commented on the birds being attached to lanyards and the people who run the French Eagle Park explained that after eating, raptors sit motionless on their perches for hours. I also know that the birds are trained and do flight shows almost every day, so they do get to fly… and some of the birds were a little more animated, too. I got a kick out of a pair of randy owls in the palais area who kept flirting and cleaning each other’s feathers. The owls were not attached to lanyards, as they don’t tolerate them. They were aviaries and were more active. They all looked healthy.

Although my stomach was growling a little, we ended up walking the long way through the park, visiting the wolves. This Kasselburg park has Timber wolves and a couple of Arctic wolves. I saw the Timber wolves napping and I caught sight of one of the Arctic wolves, who was on the move, so I didn’t get a good picture. They also had wild boars, who were clustered together rooting around and eating something…. probably worms.

I was pretty grateful when we finally encountered the deer, which visitors are welcome to feed. You can buy a box of food from the machines at just one euro each. It’s worth it to interact with the very friendly and adorable goats, deer, ponies, and geese. Here are some photos of our visit to the park… which took us on a six mile hike. Been awhile since I last did that, and I must admit, it wore me out.

Just after we left the woods, we heard what sounded a little like donkeys braying… but I knew they weren’t donkeys. It wasn;t until we rounded the corner that I saw the source of the hubbub. A small group of deer were standing in the shade. I’m not sure if they were fighting or fucking, but they were sure making some noise! I think it might have been the first time I have ever heard deer making animal noises. I didn’t have much time to think about that, though, because I was soon met by my first beggar of many…

By the time we were finished feeding the animals, we were definitely ready for refreshment. So we went next door to the Restaurant Forsthaus Kasselburg, which offers traditional German food and beautiful views. It was a good place to stop for refueling. In fact, we were so well fed that we managed to skip dinner on Saturday night…

The restaurant offered reasonable prices, as well as a fun “sprinkler show” in the dining room, complete with cheesy Muzak. That’s really the only way I can describe it. It looked like the indoor dining room had a stage, and there were sprinklers in front of it, along with lights. I’m sure when the weather is less beautiful, the inside is nice to dine in. No one was eating inside, though… better for virus protection. I noticed that besides contact tracing (leaving your name, address, and phone number) and wearing masks, this restaurant also routed access to the bathrooms so you go in and out through different doors, thereby lessening the chance of exposure to the virus or other people.

By the time we were finished with lunch, it was mid afternoon, and we were pretty tired. I wanted to go swimming in the hotel’s awesome spa pool and visit the Meerfelder Maar close up. More on that in the next post.

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Labor Day weekend in lovely Lesa, Italy on Lake Maggiore… Part three

The Handmaid’s Tale gave me lots of nightmares on Saturday night/Sunday morning, so I woke up early.  Usually, when I get up, I’m up.  On Sunday, I was up for maybe an hour before I decided to go back to bed… and then we all proceeded to sleep until about 9:00am.  We never do this.  When I was growing up, I would routinely sleep until late in the morning, but now that I’m in my 40s, I’m usually up at the crack of dawn with Bill.  It was kind of nice to snooze for a bit.

The sun was out Sunday morning, so after yet another breakfast of cornetti, eggs, and ham, we took a walk to the lake.  Rose Apartment is very close to it.  There’s what appears to be a private boat slip just yards away from the front gate.  The slip also has a gate, but it was left ajar on Sunday.  We went down to check it out and found a couple sitting there, enjoying the views and massaging each other.

A few shots of the boat ramp near the Rose Apartment.  It’s one house away from the property.

Not wanting to intrude on the couple’s private moment, we took the dogs for a walk down the narrow lane, running a gauntlet of barking dogs in their spacious yards.  I noticed that many of the houses in Lesa had at least one dog and the yards were mostly spacious and fenced in.  One man was working in his abundantly productive garden as we passed with Zane and Arran.  He own dog was enthusiastically barking at us, while the neighbor across the street had two dogs running along the fence, vocalizing.

Lesa has a public beach of sorts.  There’s what appears to be a beach bar there, right next to the lake.  It’s not the most developed beach I’ve ever seen, but a few people were there milking the last rays of summer sunshine.  Another couple brought their dogs and let them wade in the lake.  I was content to take pictures.

A dog run…  It appeared to be privately owned, run by a dog sitting/training business.

Here is a picture of the “beach club”, which was basically a place that served snacks and probably rented out umbrellas and such.  There were a few people there on Sunday, enjoying the sunshine.

This is not the greatest picture, but as we were walking back to the house, we ran into what appeared to be a “Vespa” rally.  Dozens of people on scooters passed us on their way to the beach.  It was like a parade of scooter enthusiasts.  I don’t know if there was a race or a rally about to happen, but it was definitely an interesting spectacle.  I suppose if we’d wanted to, we could have also watched the football/soccer game going on at the local sports complex.

 

After awhile, we decided to go into town to see what was going on.  First, we went to Arona, which is a somewhat large town on the lake maybe ten minutes away from Lesa.  We didn’t stay because there were many people in the street and no parking to be had.  Since Bill had already messed up the bumper on the RAV 4, he wasn’t looking for another scrape.  We went the opposite direction, back through Lesa, and stopped at Belgirate, another lakeside town that appeared to be a little bit quieter on Sunday.  We parked on the side of the road and I got more photos.

Belgirate is a little more picturesque than Lesa is, though I wouldn’t say it’s larger…

We strolled along the lake, enjoying the sights and sounds and trying to decide where we’d have lunch.  We finally settled on La Bruma, a nice looking restaurant on the main drag.  They had some tables set up near the lake and were doing a swift business.  I felt a little sorry for the waitress, who was busting her butt repeatedly crossing the street laden down with food.  It’s pretty hard to get a bad meal in Italy, though, which makes dining there a pleasure.

La Bruma.

 

Another obligatory shot of my handsome husband, Bill.

Bill ordered this really lovely red… it reminded me of fruit punch without the excessive sugar.  It was bold and fruity, slightly spicy, and very nice with what we ordered.  I’m going to have to see if I can find this locally.

Service was a little bit slow at La Bruma, although it was otherwise professional.  As I mentioned previously, they were having a busy day, so it took awhile to put in our orders.  We weren’t in a hurry, though, and the weather was fine.

A little amuse to start things off… crostini with chopped tomatoes.  They also brought out rolls and breadsticks that did not appear to be homemade.

I ordered entrecote and this time, the waiter heard me and actually delivered what I ordered.  This steak wasn’t bad, although there was a bit of gristle.  It was also not as hot as I would have preferred.  Again… weeded wait staff.  

Bill had salmon with “cauliflower mayonnaise”.  He said he liked it, although it was a little bit salty.  I noticed some kids at the next table having spaghetti and kind of wished I’d ordered that instead.  It looked really good.  

Dessert was the best part of the meal.  Bill had what was kind of like a deconstructed cheesecake, complete with graham crackers and red fruits.  It was delicious!

I had a chocolate souffle.  This hit the spot quite nicely.  We also had espresso, this time made in a machine instead of in a pot.  I believe this meal was about ten euros less than our fish lunch on Saturday.  To be honest, I enjoyed the fish more, but like I said, it’s hard to get a bad meal in Italy.

I was glad to see a well stocked dog station, too.

Below are some more photos from nearby Belgirate.  I think this time of year is a nice time to visit.  It’s not very crowded, yet the weather is good.

One nice thing about Italy is that you can go grocery shopping on Sunday.  We decided to stop at the market one more time so we could fill up our wine suitcase with local wines.  I also loaded us up on pasta, Italian soaps, cookies, and cheese.

I ogled some fruit.

And noticed the street shared a name with a guy on my Facebook friends list.

 

As we were about to go back to the house, I saw a father with his little daughter, maybe about five years old or so, sitting on his lap, steering their car into the parking lot.  At first, I was a little shocked.  It’s been awhile since I last saw a dad doing that… although my dad did it, as did a lot of my friends’ dads.  Nowadays, kids have to be strapped down or helmeted for just about everything.  While the safety conscious side of me might have disapproved at the sight of a five year old “driving” (and at first, it really did look like she was driving), the more reckless side of me found it a refreshing sight. I miss the days when kids could do that sort of thing and parents didn’t have to worry about someone calling CPS.  Of course, I mentioned it on Facebook– most of my old fart friends approved, but there was one comment from someone who disapproved.  I was surprised there weren’t more.

Anyway… Italy is nice because it reminds me of a time less controlled by laws.  It was nice to see a dad sharing a bonding moment with his daughter.  On the other hand, we did leave there with a nasty calling card on our car.  So maybe it’s a tradeoff.

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A pet friendly Columbus Day weekend in France… part four

After lunch on Saturday, we loaded up the dogs and set off for Chateau de Chateauneuf, the awesome 15th century fortress and chateau we noticed from the motorway as we were making our way to Semur En Auxois.  Bill decided he didn’t want to go on the highway, so we took back roads through some very pretty villages.  I noticed that things seemed a little quiet on Saturday, but we had such beautiful weather, at least until we got up on the hill.  It was a great day to go exploring.

We were in Chateauneuf too early to visit the chateau, which opened at 2:00, and I doubt the dogs would have been welcome, anyway.  However, the little village next to it was very charming.  Since we were on a hill, we got some great views of the area.  I took several photos.

I probably could have sat on the hillside taking photos all day…  But the clouds were rolling in, so we decided to keep exploring.

 

We parked for free in a generously sized lot and walked around.

The entrance to the chateau offered information in several languages.  When the weather is warmer, this little village bustles with activity.  It was fairly quiet when we visited, though.  On the way back to the car, we ran into a local lady who admired our beagles.  She didn’t seem to speak English, but she knew what we had and was very pleased to greet them.  I am proud to note that her cat was sitting on the front porch.  Zane noticed and took interest, but never uttered a word.  Arran was oblivious, thank God!

If the weather had been a little less cloudy, we could have taken a stroll in the hills.  This sign tells visitors how long it takes to get to points of interest.

Chateauneuf is definitely a place I want to explore sans dogs.  But if you do have your dogs, you can enjoy some lovely walks.  I noticed several gites (rooms for rent), too.

 

We enjoyed good music and conversation as we drove along the country roads.  I saw several places that begged for me to jump out and take pictures.  We did stop at one point because someone failed to use one of those handy dog clean up stations.  We noticed others had stopped on the side of the road.  Unlike Germans, who take walks to take walks, I had a feeling there was something going on in the wooded area near where people were parked.  But I decided to wipe the poo off my shoe and keep going…  and we ended up in the lovely abbey town of Flavigny Sur Ozerain next.

 

A sign…  The 2000 movie Chocolat, starring Juliette Binoche and Johnny Depp was shot in Flavigny Sur Ozerain.  It is also the only source of the anise flavored candy Anise de Flavigny, which was first made by the monks. 

 

Points of interest…

While we were walking through this town, we ended up having yet another encounter with a local.  Two little old ladies were chatting as we rounded the corner with our dogs.  One of the ladies was in her house, looking out the window.  She did not speak English, but was bound and determined to chat with us about Zane and Arran.  She asked us how old they were, if they were brothers, and curiously enough, why they didn’t have their balls.  Actually, at the time, I was trying really hard to understand her because I never studied French in school.  I stuck with Spanish.  Curiously, I seemed to be picking up more of what she was talking about than Bill was.  And I caught myself answering in German a couple of times (and my German is only slightly better than my French).

Anyway, I posted about this odd conversation on Facebook.  Of course, my American friends wondered if there was a pet overpopulation problem here like there is in the United States (not that I’ve noticed).  But here in Europe, dogs aren’t spayed and neutered as often as they are in the States.  My German friend, Susanne, explained why, at least in Germany, a lot of dogs retain their equipment.  Indeed, there is a law that covers it.  That doesn’t mean you can’t get your animals castrated in Europe; but apparently, it is discouraged.  According to a 2011 article I found, it’s illegal in Norway.  You can read more about the cultural differences between Europeans and North Americans and spaying and neutering here.  Interestingly enough, there have been some folks in Germany who have noticed our dogs are neutered and they seemed puzzled by it.  Now I know why.

A couple of shots of the beautiful church in Flavigny.  It’s very quiet and peaceful there.

Right across from the abbey…

A World War I and II memorial…

Another welcome sight was the public (and free) WC.  It was pretty clean.  People must have read the sign!  I noticed that the French seem much more liberal with free parking and WCs!

The sun was out again as we left Flavigny…  I caught some good photos.

 

We were all pretty tired after our three walks on Saturday, so Bill went out and bought food from the grocery store, along with more wine… and a lovely lemon meringue tart for dessert!

What a lovely dessert!  It capped off a great day!

 
 
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