Last Thursday we moved out of our Spesbach apartment and into base guest housing, dreary quarters to be sure. It's reasonably spacious with three rooms and the bed is comfortable enough, but the layout is crazy. Bathroom sinks are in different rooms from the rest of the bathrooms. To wash your hands, you have to hurry to another room to find a towel. The television is all in English, and instead of product commercials, the programs are interrupted with military news and, well, propaganda. The wi fi is erratic and always dead slow. It's hard to send emails home to tell loved ones what our plans are. Martin Luther King weekend seemed like a good time to escape the base and have a last hit of European fun.
We hopped into the car with a change of clothes and sped off down the autobahn to Konstanz am Bodensee, a resort city on a huge lake that straddles the German/Swiss border. Konstanz is situated right next to Switzerland; in fact, from our hotel we could easily walk from one country to the other. Switzerland has some lovely towns around the lake, too, but Swiss prices are high. Konstanz is a favorite resort area for many Germans with lots of boating and biking during the spring and summer. We visited during the off season, so I found a really good price on a hotel that I'm sure would have been outrageous during the summer peak. The Halm is a refurbished turn of the century hotel that looks pretty grand from the outside. The rooms are roomy and attractively furnished, and the restaurant looks like the inside of the Alhambra. It's also located directly across from the train station. After seeing the easy access by train travel, I kind of regretted taking the car. The car, however, was valuable later for exploring more of Switzerland and even Liechtenstein.
|Train station across from the Halm|
As I said, this was the off season: dreary, chilly gray German weather. I'm sure that Konstanz must be gorgeous in the spring when the water is blue, the trees are green and the flower boxes are out in the windows. Still, even in winter there is plenty to do. We saw some people dressed in silly costumes, about to load onto a yacht for a lake party. Plenty of people walked and cycled through the cobblestone streets, stopping with friends at restaurants and cafes. Like in so many European cities, there is a historic town center with old houses and interesting churches.
|dressed up for a costume party on the Stuttgart|
|inside the Konstanz Münster|
|Münster tower at night|
|streets of Konstanz|
|St Gall Abbey Cathedral|
|Entry to St Gall Library|
|St Gall Library|
|Inside the magnificent St Gall Cathedral|
|St Gallen rising in the mist|
We stopped at the capital, Vaduz, which is a moderately sized city spread across a flat valley surrounded by towering ranges of mountains. The hereditary constitutional monarch, H.S.H Prince Hans-Adam II, lives with his family in a castle overlooking the city from a cliff. We parked our car in a public space next to Vaduz's main shopping area, walked around the small area, and then discovered a trail up to the castle. It's a steep climb at first, then levels out to a comfortable hike. Since it was Sunday, the visitors' area of the castle was not open, but the hike did offer us a spectacular view of Vaduz and the mountains. After we hiked back down, we ate dinner, served by a young woman from the area who spoke excellent English and told us a bit about living in tiny Liechtenstein. A tourist shop was still open, and I bought a picture book of the area with Swiss francs, the currency they share with their neighbor. The dimensions of the place are just fascinating. The wide plain and mountains give a sense of immensity to the surroundings, yet the Prince could easily stroll down from his castle and walk to the main government offices that are located a short distance from the shopping district, next to Liechtenstein's most historic church. I imagine that most native Liechtensteiners know one another. It really is that small!
|Prince Hans-Adam's castle|
|Vaduz, Liechtenstein from the Prince's castle|
Once back at the hotel, Lawna and I went to the bar for a nightcap, talked for a few hours and watched passengers come and go through the train station, then went to our room to get some sleep before our last day of the weekend.
On our last day, we woke up early, caught the classy breakfast buffet at the hotel dining room (the Alhambra looking room), then ventured out for a morning walk along the lake. We hadn't really seen much water yet. We crossed an elevated pedestrian bridge over the railroad yard into a public park that crossed directly into Switzerland. The national border is only about a quarter mile from the hotel. Again, the weather was gray and chilly, but we enjoyed the park and climbed a lookout tower, the interior of which was covered with German and English language graffiti. The lakeside birds were gathered in great flocks and squawked and prattled in the cold water and on the pier. After our lengthy walk, we crossed through a shopping mall near the hotel, whose back loading area directly abuts Switzerland, and I tried to spend the last of my Swiss franc coins at a coffee shop. Oddly, many Swiss establishments accept euros, but give change in francs. In Germany, however, even directly next to the border, restaurants take only euros. So, I have some souvenir francs to take home.
|Lawna astride two nations. |
Crossing into Switzerland was much easier for us
than for Steve McQueen in the Great Escape.
|Lookout tower (in Switzerland)|
|Konstanz, Germany from Switzerland|
|My little boat (I wish!)|
We left the Bodensee after noon, and the drive back to Ramstein seemed particularly long. The weather remained damp and misty, but at times created spectacular effects. As we drove through the Black Forest, we spiraled down a narrow, two lane road that made its way obscurely between towering cliffs populated with giant, shaggy tall-growth pines, standing like ghostly sentinels, their tops vanishing into a swirling mist. The stereotype of German forests and castles in the mist is true. During the winter, one sees plenty of that. In a way it's dreary, but also stunning.
Back to the base. We're out of our apartment, our goods are in shipment, and we are lodged in temporary housing. Given a choice between our home in Spesbach and San Antonio, I'm actually torn. I have absolutely loved our stay. But given a choice between Ramstein and San Antonio, the choice is clear. I can't wait to get out of here. Tonight, however, we did visit our favorite Turkish-owned pizza and döner shop across from the Landstuhl train station and then drove back to the base through Hütschenhausen and Spesbach, and I began to tear up a bit. Germany is a beautiful country, and the people I've met have been wonderful. There is plenty that they do right that we do wrong. Germany is environmentally and socially conscious to a degree that the U.S. does not begin to match. Our violent crime rate is much higher than theirs. It's a prosperous nation, the economic leader of the European Union, yet the kind of blatant greed and money corruption that so dominates our governent and politics simply isn't tolerated by Germans. German and French people hit the streets and demand honesty much more vociferously than do complacent Americans. Europe has its problems, but Europeans also remember recent times of far greater suffering and troubles. They stood behind us right after 9-11, because they too have suffered bombings, but distanced themselves when we used the disaster as an excuse to invade a country that had not participated in the terrorist plot. Germans remember how Hitler invaded Poland for trumped up reasons of chauvenistic national pride and began the disasterous second world war. Jews suffered, Poles suffered, and many others who were victimized by the Nazis, but the Germans suffered because of the Nazis, too. It's a facinating and complicated period of history, and an age when the whole western world (and much of Asia) just seemed to go totally nuts. The "civilized" world was laid waste, except for North America, for obvious geographical reasons. Germans remember, and are still rebuilding and sometimes digging out live shells, after almost every city in the country was decimated by Allied bombs. The enormity of their tragedy and defeat puts our horror of 9-11 into some perspective. Everywhere you go in France and Germany (and all over central Europe) history speaks to you. Some of it is glorious and some of it is horrifying. Ancient buildings stand with modern ones, sublime monasteries and cathedrals stand near concentration camps, and Europe, so thoroughly modern culturally, always lives and acts with those reminders all around. I met several retired guys in our village who remembered living through bombings when they were children. Most everyone of that age group was touched by the mass destruction in some way. Germans know the dark side of patriotism and the dangers of unbridled nationalism, and their leaders can't get away so easily with just empty flag-waving campaigns. That's reserved for soccer. Chancellor Angela Merkl is a cautious, level headed physicist. Can you imagine a physicist becoming President of the United States?
Anyway, this will probably be my last blog entry from Europe. It was a trip I have always dreamed of making, and I will treasure the people I met and friends I made, and only regret that I did not have more time to become more fluent in German, and French. I've enjoyed maintaining this series, so, as soon as we return, I'll be trying to dream up some other excuse to write.
Lawna and I have missed our boys, our family and, yes, our dogs and cat. It will be good to get back to our familiar home and our friendly next door neighbors. I'm looking forward to warmer weather, back yard barbecuing, air conditioning during the summer and hitting the bike trails once my bike arrives. I have some schnitzel fat to burn off. I'm also looking very much forward to teaching again. I've missed it, and I feel renewed and ready to resume with new perspectives. Traveling is good for that. See you soon. Until then,