Through the Alps

 

The last two weeks I took a much needed break from blogging. Those two weeks were very busy - I got a lot done and feel that I did get accomplished quite a bit.

In my last post about our trip we had just crossed the border from Liechtenstein into Austria. We stayed the night in Übersaxen, a small town in Vorarlberg. We had a delicious meal here of Cordon Bleu with Bratkartoffeln (left) and Ungarisches Rindsgulasch (Hungarian beef goulash, right), accompanied by some local beer. That, of course, is for Elizabeth and Bleubeard's T Tuesday.

The next morning we left after a wonderful breakfast (unfortunately I forgot to take pictures) and took a route through the Alps. We first hit Stubenpass and then Arlbergpass to get into Tirol (Tyrol). Those passes are fantastic mountain roads. In the picture below you can see how the road winds up along the mountain.

Austrians are just as skilled road builders as the Swiss.

We eventually reached Kaunergrat and walked out onto the platform to enjoy the view - which would have been spectacular if there would have been less clouds.

Nevertheless, we had a nice view of the valley with the river Inn running through it. From here, I saw the village of Prutz where I spent a three week vacation with my parents and bother when I was 9 years old - I could even make out the house where we had rented our vacation appartment at that time (red arrow). It was called "der Turm" (the tower) because it had a square form with a four-sided tapered roof. The view to the other side into the direction of Landeck was just as nice and a road that we often travelled during that vacation.

This was a wonderful little excursion down memory lane, and since we were making our own memories, it was time for a family photo (with Prutz in the background).

The destination we wanted to reach that afternoon was the Campanile di Curon in the Reschensee or Lago di Rèsia which is in Südtirol (South Tyrol), an autonomous province in Italy.

This bell tower is the only visible remains of the village that was buried here under water when three lakes - Lago di Rèsia, Lago di Curon, and Lago di San Valentino alla Muta - were joined together to form one big artificial lake. Curon Venosta was the name of the old town that was demolished and flooded soon after World War II. The bell tower is more than 700 years old and was restored in 2009. It serves as an imortant historic symbol for the region.

But what is happening here?

Sorry, I'm afraid you must endure the weirdness of the Bartz family.

As you can see, we thoroughly enjoyed being with our daughter and letting our weird side shine.

This tower has been photographed a million times, so I tried to find new POVs.

Not too successful, I'm afraid. So let's stick with family photos of which we took many. When you haven't seen your child for almost two years and you don't know when you will see her again, you take advantage of every opportunity to take pictures together.

And since it is Halloween today and Día de los Muertos tomorrow, my Talavera Frida will make an appearance here.

T is for Travel

 

Frauenkirche, München

You may have noticed (or not) that I was missing from blogland for the most part of May. The reason is simple - on May 9th we boarded a plane to München (Munich), Germany to finally see our daughter again. It's been almost two years since she left California in the middle of the pandemic to start her new adventure of living and doing her Masters in Germany. We wanted to see her life in München before she will move to a different city in Germany for her job in research after she will have graduated from LMU (Ludwig-Maximilians-Universität München).

It's difficult to describe my feelings of seeing her again after such a long time (I won't even try). She met us at the airport (we landed in the late afternoon), and after seeing her tiny tiny appartment and checking into our hotel, we did what you do in Munich on a warm night - we vistied a Biergarten (beer garden), the first one of many.

A Biergarten is a truly Bavarian thing - as long as you order a drink there, you can bring your own food. This is the case in all Bavarian beer gardens, but I am not sure whether this is true for the rest of the country - where there aren't that many beer gardens in the first place (maybe Iris has an answer to that). Of course you can also order food in a Biergarten - it is good, but kind of a limited offer and certainly not much for vegetarians and almost nothing if you prefer to eat vegan. A Biergarten is rustic and so is the food.

In the picture I'm holding a glass of dark Weißbier in my hand, and you can also see the top of a glass of Weißbier. If you order just Weißbier, you always get the lighter (in color) version of it, but if you want the darker one (which I prefer), you explicitly have to say so. Bavarian breweries produce excellent Weißbier (in the rest of the country, this is often referred to as Hefeweizen, and it is known under this name in the US as well). We went to so many beer gardens (we avoided indoor dining as much as possible) that it deserves its own blogpost some time later.

Of course we extensively explored the city - more about that in upcoming posts.

We enjoyed the local food (more about that in future posts for Kathy's Food Wednesday), but I really want to emphasize on pretzels - THE Bavarian bread product. You can get pretzels all over the country by now, but I do have to say that the Bavarian ones are extremely tasty. They're called Breze here and Brezel in the others parts of Germany (note the missing l).

This is a particular big, beer garden style Breze that Kaefer is holding here. We don't eat pretzels with mustard - I don't know why this is so popular in the US. It's a disgrace to the pretzel. You eat it with butter or sometime with cream cheese and chives (very popular in München), and the only time you have sweet (!) mustard with it is when you eat Weißwurst, a typical Bavarian sausage that should be eaten before 11:00 am (some places offer them until 2:00 pm. If you see them being offered after noon you know you are in a tourist trap).

Of course it goes down well with a glass of beer or two.

Here, Kaefer is having a Weißbier and I have a Dunkles Halbes. 

Apart from exploring München, we also took the trains to the beautiful lakes in the vicinity of the city and even a bit further away.

Beautiful, quiet Ammersee ...

... famous Starnberger See ...

... and romantic Königssee in the Bavarian Alps.

And yes, we had beer on these trips (Elizabeth, I hope these are enough drinks to qualify for a T post).

Franziskaner Weißbier is one of my favorites, but not the only one. Weißbier has its own special shaped glass - actually, every kind of beer has its own glass. I will go deeper into the "beer science" when I will write about beer gardens.

After about a week or so we left München for a little trip with Kaefer. We first re-visited my old stomping grounds, Tübingen, where I had lived for 22 years and Kaefer was born 24 years ago.

This was on our way to France where we spent a few days in Alsace. When I still lived in Tübingen I often went to Alsace for a long weekend or so. It was wonderful to see all the villages and small towns again. Nothing much seemed to have changed here.

Barr

Kaysersberg

Ribeauvillé

After a short stay in Freiburg, Germany we drove to Switzerland where we visited Luzern (Lucerne) and the Vierwaldstättersee (Lake Lucerne), some of the few Swiss places I hadn't been before.

Kapellbrücke (Chapel Bridge)

Through Liechtenstein - a rather odd little state - we crossed into Austria at one of the smallest border crossings I had ever seen.

Vaduz, Liechtenstein

Our final destination was the region of Südtirol (South Tyrol), an autonomous province in the North of Italy right in the midst of the Alps. I had been here as a child and I felt the same awe about this beautiful area again. We visited the Campanile di Curon Venosta Vecchia with its infamous history as well as beautiful Vipiteno or Sterzing as it is called in German. The population in Südtirol speaks predominantly German as a result of its history with Austria. The other two languages spoken here are Ladin (a Romance dialect) and Italian.

Campanile di Curon Venosta Vecchia

Vipiteno / Sterzing

Back in Germany we took the train to Würzburg for a Bartz family gathering over the weekend. Würzburg is two high-speed-train hours North of München, still located in Bavaria in a region called Franken (Franconia). This area produces great wine that is sold in a special type of bottle called "Bocksbeutel". Würzburg is an old city on the river Main, with old bridges, a fortress, a castle and a dome/cathedral - it's a lovely place.

Alte Mainbrücke and Festung Marienberg, Würzburg

The hardest day was the day after - when we had to say goodbye to Kaefer, not knowing when we will see her next. After we had landed in San Francisco and wanted to drive home, our car wouldn't start. Just the thing you want after an almost 12-hour flight! We called AAA and thankfully after only 20 minutes roadside assistance arrived and jump started the car. It took another 90 minutes to drive home - we were done and just sunk into blissful sleep in our own bed.

Unpacking the suitcase the following morning was pure joy!