We planned a five day trip to the Easternmost province of Germany: Saxony. It was great to have my mom along because most of the areas we visited were still behind the Iron Curtain when she and my father were stationed in Stuttgart in the early 80s.
Our first day was a travel day. Travel days with S and V are best taken in smallish increments, so we have made a habit of traveling with our trusty Lonely Planet at the ready and we stop whenever the natives get restless or there is something that really catches the parents' eyes. This trip had a little of both.
The big stop on Day 1 was in Erfurt. To say it is ancient, and charming, and quaint doesn't even come close to doing it justice. The medieval lanes were charming, the Cathedral is atop a massive set of stairs where a summer opera concert is held to the delight of throngs of people below on the plaza of cobblestones.
Note to self: when reading this blog in my late 50s: go to this with your husband, drink wine on the plaza, send your zillion kids postcards. Anyhow, it was a lovely Spring afternoon in this German town.
We planned a five day trip to the Easternmost province of Germany: Saxony. It was great to have my mom along because most of the areas we visited were still behind the Iron Curtain when she and my father were stationed in Stuttgart in the early 80s.
Our first day was a travel day. Travel days with S and V are best taken in smallish increments, so we have made a habit of traveling with our trusty Lonely Planet at the ready and we stop whenever the natives get restless or there is something that really catches the parents' eyes. This trip had a little of both.
The big stop on Day 1 was in Erfurt. To say it is ancient, and charming, and quaint doesn't even come close to doing it justice. The medieval lanes were charming, the Cathedral is atop a massive set of stairs where a summer opera concert is held to the delight of throngs of people below on the plaza of cobblestones. Note to self: when reading this blog in my late 50s: go to this with your husband, drink wine on the plaza, send your zillion kids postcards. Anyhow, it was a lovely Spring afternoon in this German town.
