Marywalt & Munster-Eiffel

Into the woods we traveled for a little while, the National Park of Eiffel, for to see the nuns in the forest. There were hikers and walkers going all around the natural scene. Birch trees lined the road as the two pilgrims made their way by horse-drawn carriage. You see, that is how one traveled in the early days,in the 13th Century. Old huts lined the streets and chickens cluck-clucked in the courtyard. The churches were beautiful to be sure, and this particular one in the mountains of Eiffel was particularly beautiful, complete with an organ and fine scene it was.

But first we had to try the particularly delicious pea-soup that the nuns make in their cloistered tower. They work all day just to turn out one pea, and then squeeze it out into a dish for all to enjoy. If you're lucky, you might just get a special sausage as well. "Schmekte-gutt!" said the pilgrim. And schmekte-gutt it was. After lunch, Benito the Pilgrim wrote some postcards, then made for the church. He observed a horse feasting nearby and then entered the holy sanctuary to take his seat. His companion entered later and together they contemplated the holiness for awhile. What a holy place here in the hills! The pilgrim signed his name: 'Bodenstein von Karlstadt' on the register, for that was indeed his name.

Then the pilgrims boarded the carriage once more to come out to the Rursee where they found a vast sea spread out before them. A boat was coming in to harbor and seeing the sailboats made Benito the Pilgrim think of Holland and ImJugene. But that was then and this is now. Now, the pilgrim asked a man standing nearby to create a photograph. He did not speak English, but managed to explain to him how he wanted the 'Schiffs' in the background. He muttered something imperceptible, then took the photograph. It was a good one. Then Benito took another picture of boat coming into port and then they were off! It had been a pleasant stay by the sea and another train was getting ready to take passengers to their next destination. 'Auf Wiedesehen!'

The next day, the pilgrims transformed into tennis players and went in search of shoes and tennis courts. It had been a good experience thus far, and playing tennis would be sure to top it off! Unfortunately, the courts were too wet to play, so the two players went for a day on the town. What a busy scene it was! Benito the Tennis Player scored himself a dish for his mother, anxiously awaiting his return back in America, and played with a music box before entering another antiques store and Glassware shop. "Ooh, look at all this glass!!" said Benito. They had many fine things there in the place. Then we passed beneath the gate.

There was a young lady walking her dog there and Benito reached down to pet it. He did not pet the girl, however, and regretted it later as he entered yet another 'Kirche'. There was a Rathaus as well where they were celebrating a wedding. "Gutten Tag!" said Benito to the assembled crowd. Music was all around to be heard, coming as it seemed from the tops of windows. A fountain stood nearby and people in traditional dress were also walking down the Straate. The church of Chrysanthus was very dark and he tried to take a photograph of the icon, but his camera died at that point. There was music also to be found in the restaurant nearby and many pictures with the Rolling Stones as well. Whitney Houston played on a small radio outside the Rathaus as the married couple came forward under the flowers of the assembled people and let loose some red balloons, much to the delight of all, as bystanders clapped and wished the married couple well and many years of bliss. It had been a good look in town and now it was time to say good-bye to this quaint little town. The two tennis playerss went back to the store to pick up their goodies, passing several pubs along the way, but none of them did they go in, for they had spent all their money and coffeee and cake cost lots of $$. They stopped at the bank for some more 'Geld' before continuing on to their next destination.

The indoor tennis facility stood all by itself in this remote valley and Benito would have liked to play, except playing indoors is expensive and besides he had no partner for his companion had hurt her shoulder. But that is how the chocolate-covered banana tastes when chewed in the mouth! And how about Obama winning the Nobel Prize! Well, that is something, but a discussion for another blog. And now it is time for a little nap, for Benito had stayed up late playing the piano for Van and now was very tired, but he had to first eat his curds and whey, a special treat in Germany, in addition to the Bratwurst and sausages, but that is for 'Mittag essen', whereas one gets a cookie for desert with coffee and that is considered to be delicious. 'Schmekte-gutt!' You see, Benito does learn a little German! But he is balling in his new Kangaroo shoes and occasionally tends to hop with them on. Ok, time for fish and chips. Cheusse!