Just when the health problems and back problems subsided, we got tech problems, and they waited until we were in THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PLACE ON EARTH: Rothenburg ob der Tauber. I’m so in love with this place. It’s been a tourist town for centuries, with a two-century hiatus of plague and poverty, and then back to being professionally lovable. Having grown up in the tourist town of Solvang, I can tell you that it’s rare for the people living and working in a tourist town to not hate the tourists. You can kind of feel it in the air, when the person who just sold you your aebleskivers glares at the back of your head as you walk away.
Rothenburg is different. The people of this town have been entertaining visitors from around the world since somewhere in the 1100s – no kidding. They know how special this place is, they love it, they know the tourists love it, and the aura of sheer good will in this city is as magical as the 16th century scenery. And, every shopkeep speaks at least English and Japanese. Rogue Husband and I got quite the oration today on beer steins by one of them in fact – resulting in us buying a genuine hand-crafted stein-ware mug for roughly $200 US. Yes, these folks have been in the tourist business a long time, and they are very good at it.
We’ve been having a terrific time – this is my new favorite place on the planet. There isn’t a single view or angle that isn’t straight out of a fairy tale, and frankly, that’s exactly how I like it. And wouldn’t you know it, just one hour after we arrived, my big expensive DSLR Nikon camera went Kaput. That’s German for broken. One second it worked fine, the next, I couldn’t turn it on. We tried re-setting and have looked for Nikon stores for repairs, but no luck on either. So we’re stuck with Rogue Husband’s little camera, which churns out fuzzy, lower-quality pictures, only good enough for the web.
We’ve been calling this trip Murphy’s Laws on Honeymoon. Anything that can happen, is happening. But, instead of counting the mounting problems, we’re counting all the problems we haven’t had. We haven’t had quite a few problems. For example, neither of us has been hit by a moving vehicle… yet (we are going to Italy next, after all).
And the above picture is yours truly, staring longingly into yet another bakery window, in my favorite dress that had not yet been spattered horribly by melted butter that had no business being all over the plate of bratwurst and asparagus. Yes, it’s Murphy’s Law again. Ruined best dress with grease stains.