We can't reserve a taxi for 5 people so we hoof it to the metro station in the Place de St. Michael and ride to Gard d'Est (train station). When the metro comes, the doors don't open where we are standing, so I run to an open door. If not for the strength and quick thinking of some local Parisians who held the doors open and it didn't look easy, I am not sure Jerry would have made it on the train....(chalk this up a another near disaster..I guess that's the thrill of travel...kinda like the thrill of surviving the huge drop on the log ride at Disneyland.)
The train is very nice...we have reserved seats. Mia is not feeling well so I give her some medicine I have left from Africa and she goes to sleep. The rest of us head to the dining car. I am surprised there is a table open. We have a wonderful full service breakfast of eggs and bacon/sausage and the waiter and I speak both French and German as we enjoy the scenery which is changing from the yellow fields of France to the dark forests of Germany.
Frankfurt main train station is huge and very nice. We get our car and now the challenge begins. I have asked for a gps and I program it for English. The bad thing about a gps is that you don't really have a big picture of where you are going. And everything is metric. Anyhow, I miss a few turns because it says to turn in 6 meters and I can't process quickly enough what 6 meters is. We finally get on track and I can't believe I'm driving on the Autobahn in Germany!! I guess I'm driving a bit slower than the average German because the gps originally said I would get there in 90 minutes, then it was 100 minutes, then it was 120 minutes (2 hours). Oh well, we got there safely in 120 minutes and saw some great scenery.
We are staying at an affiliate timeshare resort in a rural part of eastern Germany, about 30 minutes East of Trier.
We have a 3 bedroom cabin on a lake.
It is very green- Jerry I think correctly analogizes it to Alaska in the summer. It is very green, wet and thick with forests. It also rains a little almost every afternoon. It is so rural and the exact opposite of the streets of central Paris from whence we just came!
We get settled in and Mia still feels bad so we lock her in our cabin and we drive to the closest little town called Kell am See. We find a small store that says pizza. I manage to say in German that we would like to eat pizza. It is amazingly good! In this rural part, no one is speaking English! I want to ask for a box to take home the left over pizza, but I don't know the word for box or anything similar. I rack my brain for another way to say it and the closest I can think of is "coffer" which means luggage. So I take my leftover pizza to the counter and say I need luggage for my pizza. The girls are embarrassed,but I was understood and the nice store owner communicates to me that the correct word is "packet" ....pronounced with a German accent!
Anyhow, Kell is about the cleanest little town I have ever seen. Everyone seems to take such careless in how the town looks as well as their little houses.
We visit the butcher, the baker, the grocery store
and the beer/wine store...
After eating snacks from all our shopping, we relax in what will be our home base for a week. It feels nice to unpack and set up more of a permanent home for a while. There are some English channels on the tv so the girls chill while Jerry and I take a nice walk around the lake before bed.
-Mom, Coach and Tour Guide
Location:Paris to Germany
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