
On Saturday, we rented bikes and rode about 20 kilometers along the Main to Sommerhausen, that pretty little wine village Kevin and I visited back in February. Even in summer it's a sleepy little town with nothing but antique stores and cafés, and we made our way through a selection of the latter, visiting no less than three different establishments in search of their best local wine, beer, and champagne cocktails. Afterwards we stumbled upon a wedding in progress and had our pictures taken with the honeymoon chariot: a 1930’s Rolls Royce. Finally, too tired (or tipsy) to ride the 20 kilometers back to Würzburg, we took a nap on the grassy riverbank. (Don’t worry, Mom. They don’t have ticks and chiggers in Germany.)
Back home in Würzburg, Paul and I visited the museums at the Festung and the gardens at the Residenz. And since he’s a big fan of German cuisine, we ate our way across the city, sampling a few of his “favorite things”: bratwursts, rostbraten, schnitzels and strudels. I very admirably refrained from bursting out the Rogers & Hammerstein. All in all, a wonderful weekend, and it will only take me most of this week to recover from it.
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