Tuesday, July 14, 2015

ABOUT




Just a few words about this blog.

I planned to blog on this trip, but blogging on an iPad is tedious. As it turned out, even if I had tried to type my blog daily, I didn't always have a connection to the Internet. So, I went old school and hand wrote my blog every evening and then entered it on my computer when I returned home. It has taken awhile to type, organize and embed the photographs and links. The dates on the blog entries are incorrect--they are the dates I typed the blog, not the day I created it. Start with the last entry, because blogs are in reverse chronological order. If you want to enlarge a photo, just click on it.

Friday, July 10, 2015

REFLECTIONS

Europe is different from America. Differences are what make traveling interesting and broadening. I've mentioned how all the cities, towns and village are compact. This impression was confirmed by views from the air on our trip home. Germany was extremely neat and tidy. White houses, red roofs, compact villages in tight circles, separated by green space. France was slightly more free form with a village center with most houses clustered around it, but perhaps with a few houses spiraling along the roads between villages. There is more variation in housing styles. Still the towns are discrete, and there is green in between.

There is much more automation in Europe. Toll booths and parking lots have no attendants. You always want to have lots of Euro coins, so you aren't trapped. In one case, we had no idea how to get through a tollbooth and were freaking out. A kind lady in the car behind jumped out and helped us--of course, it was in her best interest that we made it through, but we appreciated it nonetheless.

In Europe, you're charged for what you use. I mentioned that in one Munich restaurant the waitress counted the number of pretzels we left in the basket, so she'd know how many we consumed. There's also no volume discount. A 25 centiliter beer is exactly half the price of the 50 centileter.

Then there are the roads. I apologized to my husband, several times, for not downloading European maps into our Garmin and bringing the Garmin with us. Needless to say, I wasn't going to give Avis ten Euros per day for the privilege of renting theirs--that's literally highway robbery. We managed with the folding maps I ordered before the trip, however, Garmin would have been the ticket. As I mentioned, in Europe, you don't follow a road, you follow signs to a town. For instance, one day we wanted to go from Metz to St. Mihiel. We knew the roads we wanted to take, but all the directional signs said "Luxembourg" or "Paris"--not 903, the number of the road. You don't know if the Paris road will be the autoroute or the backroad you prefer, until you are committed.

This time in Europe, I noticed how many people use bicycles for transportation--especially in cities such as Munich. I also noticed lots of Parisians on bikes two years ago when I was there. It makes a lot of sense. Parking can be a challenge, and we did not encounter severe traffic, except at Lake Constance or where there was road construction. The towns we visited were closed to traffic in the city centers. We also saw scores of bicyclists in the French countryside--so many we suspected they might have been connected with the Tour de France. These riders were the only ones who wore helmets.

Water is another issue for me in Europe. I think we saw one water fountain in two weeks. You also are not routinely offered a glass of water with meals. The Germans consider it bad form to drink tap water, so you must buy a bottle of still or fizzy water with your meal. It can cost as much as a glass of beer. The corollary is that there are very few public bathrooms, so perhaps the lack of water makes sense. There is one exception to this rule, and that is on the autoroutes of France and autobahns of Germany. There seems to be a rest stop every 30 kilometers. There were always scores of trucks at the stops, making us wonder if there were some sort of work or safety rules at play. We learned the hard way only to stop at rest stops attached to gas stations and restaurants. The free-standing bathrooms are grim.

The AT&T International Plan I bought for my iPhone was a joke. 130 megabytes of data didn't even get us out of Germany. I saved the last few megabytes for emergencies. Technology was a challenge, but I could have bought more and cheaper megabytes in Europe for my old (unlocked) iPhone. The problem was, each country has a different plan. I decided to go without connections when we couldn't access wi-fi. I was up to my eyeballs in technology problems, and I didn't want to invite more. Going primitive is not the end of the world, in fact, it's probably good for you.

Another difference that you especially notice in France is how everything stops every day between noon and 2 p.m. and all day Sunday. People actually eat big lunches with friends or family and forgo commerce.

Something else I noticed this time, as opposed to other visits to Europe, was there seemed to be babies and children everywhere. There must be a baby boom. There were also more people of African and Middle Eastern descent. There were large numbers of women in Germany wearing hajibs and niqabs. I even saw two woman in burqas which, I must admit, was quite shocking to see.

We were impressed with all the wind turbines and solar farms we saw in both countries, but especially in Germany. Many times there would be several rows of solar panels lining the autobahn for half a mile or more. They were not unattractive, and they would form a border between the road and a low-lying crop of some sort. It was a very good use of space. Sometimes you'd see a turbine all by itself, other times, there would be a string or farm of turbines. I don't think turbines mar the landscape at all. I felt like I was looking at the future, but it's a future the U.S. is not sharing.
Wind turbines in German countryside

Europe seemed very dynamic to me. Germany especially seemed to be "under construction." The people seem very healthy and their diet is far superior to that of the average American. I make an effort to buy good quality food, but our high-end choices don't compare to what's available in their mass-market groceries such as Simply or Monoprix. I think most Americans are complacent about our place in the world. We've inhabited it for a long time, and take it for granted.

I'm really surprised at how well the trip turned out. Even our mishaps became an indelible part of the experience. I am also surprised at how much the trip followed our plan. We did almost everything we hoped to do, except the Vogtsbauernhof in the Black Forest. We really loved revisiting the Route des Vins and our excursion to the World War I sites in the forests near Verdun. Our tour of Dachau was something neither of us will ever forget.

Even though the journey is over, it's not done. I'll be dreaming about it for a long, long time.

Thursday, July 9, 2015

HOME

June 28: Today we awoke at 4:30. We wanted to catch a bus to the airport by 5:30, because our flight leaves at 7:30. All went according to plan and we caught our flight from Munich to Heathrow. Unfortunately, there was a delay at Heathrow and we missed our connection in Charlotte, North Carolina. Fortunately, we were among the first through Customs, even though our mushrooms (the ones I bought in Verdun) caused us to be inspected. There were quite a few people who needed to re-book flights to RSW, so it was good we were at the head of the line, for once. The agent wanted to put us on a morning flight, but I had to work and we had absolutely no clean clothes left. We had to sit in the Charlotte Airport for about 6 hours--it was torture--but we finally got a flight home. Since we arrived at 1 a.m., we hailed a cab and got home at 1:30 a.m. We had a great trip, but there's no place like home.

8:30 a.m. the next morning, after 30 hours of travel and 5 of sleep, I'm at work.

DINKELSBUHL

Lovely, lovely vegetables
June 27: Today is our last day before we have to fly home. We decided to visit one of the towns on the Romantic Road, and Dinkelsbuhl was on the route between Crailsheim and our destination of Munich. Dinkelsbuhl turned out to be a really charming town. We encountered a bit of rain, but it didn't deter us. We went to St. George Church, which like all European churches, was quite impressive. I noticed a long list of names engraved on the wall, and realized it was their World War II dead. One of the boys was born in 1930 and died in 1944--only 14 years old. There was a lovely little impromptu farmers' market outside the church, and we bought some fruit for later.





Flowers, always

We also spent some time in the Dinkelsbühl History Museum. After we left, it was raining, so we decided it was a sign we should eat lunch. We had a lovely meal in a small hotel on Martin Luther Strasse. I had a special treat--white asparagus with hollandaise. I decided to go all out and also had a weiner schnitzel.




Dinkelsbuhl streetscape



Church in the town center
Wedding  preparations inside

After a lovely morning in Dinkelsbuhl, we decided to head to Munich, in case there were any last minute problems. We found the Hotel Novotel Munich Airport where we had a reservation with only a little difficulty, checked in, then dumped the car at the airport car return and caught the bus back to the hotel. The hotel is less than a mile from the terminal, but it is a 45-minute walk because of the roads. We chose this hotel because we didn't want to navigate the S-Bahn from Munich at 5 a.m. If there were a transport strike, we wanted to be within walking distance. We spent the evening packing and organizing. We ate some bread, cheese and fruit we had bought in Dinkelsbuhl and went to bed early. I awoke in the middle of the night and saw the lights from the airport which looked like a vista on Mars. My picture does not do it justice. 

Hotel Novotel Munich Airport

Eerie lights of airport

CRAILSHEIM


June 26: Today our goal was to drive from Puxe, France to the vicinity of Crailsheim, Germany. Since the Odyssey, we were trepidatious about getting lost again. We chose a route through Metz, Saarbruken, Mannheim, Heilbronn to Schwabisch Hall and Crailsheim. From Metz to Schwabisch Hall was autobahn. Even thought the directness of the autobahn is a major improvement over the local roads of southern Germany, it's still confusing. You can't just take the I-75 to I-20. No, you have to follow the signs to the various towns. If you want to get to Crailsheim, you follow the directional signs to Nurnberg (at least until you reach Nurnberg, then you have to find a new destination). Since we're not intimately familiar with German geography, the navigator (me) has to have a map at the ready all the time. The directional town might be 100 kilometers away, and if you take the wrong road, it's a nightmare to circle back to the correct road--if it can be done at all.
Countryside in Baden-Wurttemburg

We drove from Puxe to Crailsheim in about four hours without incident. We found the Hotel Schwarzer Bock near the center of Crailsheim, which was plain, but very comfortable. Wifi! We walked around the lovely, tidy Swabian town, which may be the ancestral home of my husband's family. If not, it's somewhere in Baden-Wurttemburg, and we can pretend. We then ate dinner at Bayrischer Hof where we had what would probably be our last Bavarian meal. I had pork schnitzel with forest sauce and spaetzle and my husband had steak and fried potatoes. The salads were delicious. It was a green salad, but underneath was a bean salad, a curry-rice salad and of course, potato salad.

This looks a lot like the 1880s postcard at the top of this entry!

600-year old Johanneskirche in Crailsheim

Town Hall and Johanneskirche of Crailsheim
Tomorrow. we drive to Munich, then home the next day.



Wednesday, July 8, 2015

METZ

Magnificent stained glass windows by Chagall in the Metz Cathedral
June 25:  Today we went to Metz, France to see the Centre Pompidou-Metz and Saint-Etienne Cathedral. Metz is a very lovely city, and when you're walking around, you could be in a neighborhood of Paris.

The Metz Cathedral is a building I wanted to see because of the stained glass windows by Marc Chagall. All the stained glass was magnificent, and although created at different times by different artists, the effect was harmonious. The cathedral is 800 years old and as impressive as Notre Dame de Paris.



The Centre Pompidou-Metz only opened in the last year or two and is an extension of the Paris museum. The building is impressive and so is the collection which includes many Picassos and Miros. We wandered around almost alone for a few hours which was a major contrast to the Pompidou in Paris; but by the time we left around 2 p.m., the crowds had descended. I've been impressed with all the groups of school children we've seen on field trips to the various sites--Dachau (thousands!), the Ossuaire, and today the Pompidou. Europeans take their culture seriously and want to impart it to the next generation.

We loved the pool in the atrium of the museum with the ceramic dishes that acted as chimes. Of course, there were a few pieces in the Pompidou that made you go huh?, such as the all-black canvas or the piece that our 6-month-old grandson Luca could have done, if only he had access to oils and canvas.
Luca did this with help from our dog Nina.
The chimes in the pool made a beautiful sound.



We escaped Metz with great difficulty. We were having flashbacks to our day in the German wilderness. We could not find our way to the road out of town, until we finally stumbled across it by accident. We then drove south to St. Mihiel, where my grandfather had fought to protect almost 100 years ago. Looking at St. Mihiel, I doubt the town has changed much since 1918. Perhaps the roads are paved better and there are streetlights. It is gritty, but beautiful in its own way.
St. Mihiel
St. Mihiel
St. Mihiel
"To our dead" in St. Mihiel
We looked for a place to eat, but perhaps we were in the wrong part of town. Finally, tired and hungry, we headed back to Puce and found the Mona Lisa in Jarny where we had a lovely Italian meal. Richard defaulted to pizza, but I ordered gnocchi. The proprietress was very friendly and the food was perfect. She seemed to understand my French, so of course I loved her.

We arrived at the Chateau de Puxe rather late, for us. At 9:45, it is still light outside. We're exhausted after our explorations today. We leave Lorraine in the morning for Germany, then  home.

Here are some of the memorable pieces we saw today at the Pompidou-Metz.













I loved this!







Miro

Picasso's wearing a sailor shirt like Luca's!
Picasso

Picasso, who else?
Picasso

LORRAINE

June 24:  We actually slept past 7 a.m. this morning. Our room is so quiet and it was so cool outside. I had awakened sometime in the middle of the night and had gazed outside to see the night sky, but unfortunately, it is near the summer solstice and we are so far north, that the sky wasn't completely dark even at 3 a.m. I'll bet the night sky here is spectacular in the winter.
View from our window in the morning
Breakfast was lovely--croissants, breads, French butter, an assortment of local confitures--including mirabelle, local honey, yogurt, coffee and orange juice. I was disappointed to learn that the mirabelle plums won't be in season until August, because the mirabelle jam was so delicious.

Douaumont Ossuary
View from the ossuary tower
After breakfast, we set off towards Verdun to see some World War I battlefields.We had a rough idea of where to go, and luckily found a small sign leading to the Douaumont Ossuary. This monument holds the unidentified bones of some of the 300,000 soldiers killed during the Battle of Verdun. All nationalities are interred together. We watched a film about the battle, then we climbed to the top of the tower to look out over the cemetery where the identified bodies were buried. War is always tragic, but what makes the deaths of these 300,000 so horrific is that the French and Germans would gain and then lose a few yards and a few hundred men every few days. It was a battle of attrition, and what was being used up was their sons, their brothers, their husbands. This went on for 300 days during 1916. An entire generation of British, French and German men were gone forever.
Fleury, France, a disappeared village
A monument to Fleury, France and the people who lived there.
The backroads of this area of France are forested and beautiful, but pockmarked with artillery craters and "disappeared" villages--Les Village Detruits. There is still live ordnance in the ground. Nine villages in this area of France were wiped from the face of the earth during the Great War. Today, the villages are memorialized with markers identifying the family who lived or farmed there, with perhaps a small chapel in what was once the center of town and dirt paths marking the roads. These villages are still marked on maps, even though they're deserted. The forest is eerily quiet, but 100 years ago this was the site of unending artillery barrages. What is unbelievable, is that a century later, you can still see the pits that the artillery shells made, and you can also see the trenches where the men took shelter.
Artillery craters
Remnant of trench

German bunker
I tried to imagine what my grandfather Claude Carson Smith had endured as a wagoner with the 114th Field Artillery. During the late summer and fall of 1918, when he was very near this region, it was cold and rainy, the roads were muddy, and he was in charge of a wagon and the horses to pull it. The roads were (and still are) totally inadequate for hundreds of thousands of troops, and there were 24-hour traffic jams. Sometimes the exhausted horses dropped dead from exertion. After four years of war, the Americans were using animals that were unsuitable for the job of pulling large, loaded wagons. If the wagon needed to negotiate a hill, the soldiers had to unhitch horses from another wagon to augment their team. Claude and the other members of the Supply Company delivered munitions and supplies to the trenches, and I imagine, removed the wounded and dead. Soldiers described the conditions as comparable to Hell. Perhaps this explains why Claude never talked of it to my parents. Claude was a farm boy from the mountains of Tennessee who embodied the World War I song, "How ya gonna keep 'em down on the farm?" After he saw Paree, he never plowed again.
Countryside near the American cemetery
After exploring the country around Verdun, we ate a bland rendition of cassoulet at a village restaurant and then drove to the Meuse-Argonne American Cemetery which was in a remote and beautiful location. I have never been to a more peaceful place. It was beautiful and quiet except for the extraordinary chirping of birds. Was that a cuckoo? There was no one at the vast cemetery except a few caretakers and a woman pushing a baby carriage and us. I wanted to find the grave of Leo Peltz, the relative of someone I work with who had died in the Battle of the Meuse-Argonne at age 30. He was interred in Section C, Row 24, Grave 9 in this foreign land, far from his home and family. He died less than a month before the Armistice. There were more than 14,000 more young American men buried with him. And to think that less than a year later, Adolph Hitler was in Munich fomenting events that would lead to another world war. It seems impossible.
Entrance to Meuse-Argonne American Cemetery in France

Meuse-Argonne American Cemetery
Meuse-Argonne American Cemetery

Meuse-Argonne American Cemetery
Meuse-Argonne American Cemetery - Section C
We then drove to the city of Verdun. Today it's a lovely French town with a waterfront and lively town center. During the Great War, it was the cause of more than 300 days of ferocious fighting between the Germans and the French. The French prevailed, but at a terrible cost.

We walked along the main street in Verdun and I ducked into a Monoprix and bought some dried mushrooms and a little French sailor shirt for Luca.


Monument to French soldiers killed while standing in the trench with their bayonets upward

Les tranche des baionnettes