Monday, December 08, 2008

European Vacation - Day 13 (Paris to Nuremberg)

So today was pretty much all about the train.

We got up early, had breakfast and then got a ride to le Gare de l'Est for our journey to Nuremberg. After a close call on boarding (the train arriving from Nuremberg was 40 minutes delayed; the train to Nuremberg was right on time), we had a long ride to Stuttgart, killed an hour in the train station there, then had a shorter ride from Stuttgart to Nuremberg.

As I had mentioned before, we had all felt under the weather earlier in the week, so we had thought we were all over it and better. Unfortunately, we're now realizing that we all had different things, so more may yet be to come. I, for example, had a stomach bug that was very unpleasant, but not too long-lasted. Erich seemed to come down with that today. Fortunately, he made it to the bathroom every time, but it made the journey pretty low key.

Being in hotel rooms is very strange, after staying in flats for two weeks. Especially since we only booked a month or so out, and the only availability was at the DeutscheBahn-run hotels at the train station, the InterCity Hotel. The rooms are so small we had to get two rooms, which is also weird.

With Erich resting in bed, Heather made the dinner run. So brought back brotchen ("little bread") with grilled sausage and cookies, along with some sort of powdered sugar covered cookie wad called something that apparently in German means "snowball." And, of course, she stopped for postcards.

Speaking of consistency, the boys did chase the pigeons in the Gare de L'Est and the Stuttgart Hauptbanhof, despite the cold and Erich feeling so bad.

The brotchen and sausages were awesome. It really struck me how different the people are in London, Paris and Nuremberg, and how their foods are also so different.

When I went to download the camera to start writing the blog, we realized that we had taken no pictures all day, so Heather took a few quick shots of Matthew. She them made him hold a banana up to ear and pretend to call grandma. Clearly, we're getting loopy.

Tomorrow, the Christmas Market awaits!

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