We fired up the GPS and looked for Rothenburg in the list of towns. There were at least 16 Rothenburgs listed in the GPS all in Germany. We chose the one that was 1 hour 36 minutes away even though we knew the one we wanted was 1 hour 48 minutes away. You would think that Britt and I would have learned our lesson by now and questioned timing. But no, we headed to Rothenburg.
We had a lovely drive down wonderfully paved roads, seeing beautiful valleys and we were sure that we saw Robin Hood in the Black Forest. We landed in a tiny town, that was a lovely little Rothenburg, but not the one we wanted. We reprogrammed the GPS but this time spelled it Rottenburg. Rottenburg ob der Tauber, the one we wanted, was listed. It was 1 hour 29 away from where we were. We turned the car around and headed for Rottenburg. In the meantime, I had to stop the car so Britt could steal apples off a tree at the side of the road.
Massive stone town walls with 42 towers, half-timbered houses and cobblestones streets welcomed us. We wandered through the town for the afternoon and of course we climbed the tower! The steps in this tower were pretty cool as they were made of wood that was extremely worn down and uneven. The final set of steps was more like a ladder than steps and when you finally burst through the door at the top you almost banged your face on the thin and wobbly iron rail that stopped you from falling to the pavement below. Okay, Christine says it wasn’t wobbly, but she is not afraid of heights or pending death. The platform at the top was one person wide and you were only allowed 5 minutes at the top. We squeezed our way through the others at the top and stayed about a half hour.
Tonight, we are drinking wine and celebrating Britt’s last night with me and the beginning of her trip with Christine and other friends. They catch the 9:13 AM train to Berlin in the morning. My mom arrives at 4:50
We had a lovely drive down wonderfully paved roads, seeing beautiful valleys and we were sure that we saw Robin Hood in the Black Forest. We landed in a tiny town, that was a lovely little Rothenburg, but not the one we wanted. We reprogrammed the GPS but this time spelled it Rottenburg. Rottenburg ob der Tauber, the one we wanted, was listed. It was 1 hour 29 away from where we were. We turned the car around and headed for Rottenburg. In the meantime, I had to stop the car so Britt could steal apples off a tree at the side of the road.
Massive stone town walls with 42 towers, half-timbered houses and cobblestones streets welcomed us. We wandered through the town for the afternoon and of course we climbed the tower! The steps in this tower were pretty cool as they were made of wood that was extremely worn down and uneven. The final set of steps was more like a ladder than steps and when you finally burst through the door at the top you almost banged your face on the thin and wobbly iron rail that stopped you from falling to the pavement below. Okay, Christine says it wasn’t wobbly, but she is not afraid of heights or pending death. The platform at the top was one person wide and you were only allowed 5 minutes at the top. We squeezed our way through the others at the top and stayed about a half hour.
Tonight, we are drinking wine and celebrating Britt’s last night with me and the beginning of her trip with Christine and other friends. They catch the 9:13 AM train to Berlin in the morning. My mom arrives at 4:50
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