We stayed at the hotel where Ryan was attending his class/training. We had clear skies the entire week and this was the view we enjoyed each time we entered the gate:
One morning the kids and I drove down the road to check out
Eisbee Lake. The parking lot felt deserted as we were some of the first ones there.
We made it through the parking lot before a hotel bathroom break was required. The kids were more excited about this tree decorated with gingerbread cookies than they were seeing the lake.
But I thought this view was better than the cookies!
They were throwing ice/snow to the ducks below. Rooke said the ducks had ordered lattes! Yes, Ryan and I do enjoy our fair share of latte treats on holiday.
One evening we went into Garmisch town to walk through the lit up streets and find some mulled wine for Ryan to try.
This was one of my favorite things to see all around the villages . . . tall tables where people would stand with their warm drinks just chatting.
We kept the mug as a souvenir, but his opinion of the actual drink left a lot to be desired. Guess we picked the wrong stall.
Another mini-castle the kids and I visited.
It was a beautiful sunny morning and the kids were glad for the opportunity to run and check out the grounds. Thankfully all the other visitors at the time had paid for the tour, so they were inside and not watching my two trample the frozen ground.
She was a lot more safe than it looks. I promise.
After the castle, we stopped in
Oberammergau, a town famous for its production of a Passion Play. The inhabitants of the village made a vow in the 1600s that if God would spare them from the effects of the bubonic plague, they would perform a Passion Play every ten years.
We found a local meat shop where I managed to communicate an order of two sandwiches and two sweet rolls that were fantastic. Rooke and I agreed it was our favorite lunch of the trip.
After a week in Garmisch, we started for home. At a Burger King bathroom stop, I gave in to a craving for a chocolate milkshake. I ordered a medium. I paid TWO euros ($2.67). Then I was handed a cup shorter than an iphone, filled up 3/4 full, with the chocolate flavoring still on the bottom left for me to mix into the milkshake myself. I didn't take the cup at first: "This is a medium?" "Yes." "It cost me two euros?" "Yes." "A medium?!?" "Yes." "Is there chocolate inside?" "Yes. You mix." And there you have it.
My failed chocolate experience was redeemed in Brussels. We stayed two nights with friends, giving us a full day to visit, play, and get some real chocolate (Ryan's main request from the trip home). She took Ryan and I to a chocolate OUTLET where they had a sample of literally every kind of chocolate they were selling. Oh my word. The amount of chocolate we sampled . . . it was a fun souvenir at the end of our family get-away.