35. Germany

Germany would get short shrift on this trip- about a day. Mostly, it was just the country we had to go through to get back to Amsterdam. Our route was like this: St. Margrethen, Switzerland; Bregenz, Austria; Lindau, Germany; Hannover; Osnabruck; Amsterdam.

 

 

First stop, Bregenz, on the lake. Across from the train station is the famous Bregenz Opera, with the floating stage. Lower right is the set up for the Magic Flute, which I saw with Una the year before. Keenan was furious that I didn’t take him to this year’s production of Turandot.

 

The stage for Turandot.

 

Lindau is only a 10 minute train ride from Bregenz. Here’s Lindau Harbor. That’s the boat coming in from Bregenz, or somewhere else on the lake, like Rorschach, Switzerland, or Konstanz, Germany.

The guy on the right is thinking, “First mate, first-schmate. When is old Hoerst gonna retire so I can captain this ship?” But Hoerst is thinking, “Captain Schmaptain. I should have taken the job with the Stena Line out of Bremerhaven. Maybe I wouldn’t be captain, but I’d be sailing the high seas!”

 

My movie director pose.

                               

   Lindau

The cheapest option in getting back to Amsterdam would have been flying, but if you buy your tickets three months in advance, you can get great deals on trains. For about 80 Euros for the two of us, we got overnight tickets all the way to Amsterdam, much of the way in first class.

First leg was Lindau to Ulm, then change to a train to Hannover. We arrived late in Hannover and missed our connection, so with about an hour and a half to kill, we walked the early morning empty streets. 

Here is the 15th century Marktkirche in Hannover. It looked ominous in the dim, early-morning light.

 Note the hexagram and pentagram, upside-down, no less! (If there are any Rosicrucians among readers of this blog, please explain.) 

 

Our next leg took us to Osnabruck. We could have taken the train straight through to Amsterdam, but I wanted to get a full 24 hours in Germany, and trains left Osnabruck, an important crossroad of main rail lines, all the time. 

Osnabuck is near the scene of the battle of the Teutoburg Forest, where general Varus and his three legions were routed by the Germans. It’s also where half of the Peace of Westphalia was achieved, ending the thirty years’ war, with the Treaty of Osnabruck. France, Spain, and other catholic participants were based in Muenster, while Sweden and her protestant allies were here in Os.

 Keenan in contemplation, in the cloisters.

 

The big church on the right was light and airy on the inside. An organist was practicing on the pipe organ, and K and I sat for a good 20 minutes as the Bach was blasting.

   

Maximilian the First, Holy Roman Emperor, patron of the arts, and grandfather of Charles 5th(1st), King of Spain and about half of Europe during Spain’s kickin ass/takin names years.

 

 Osnabruck was a very pleasant town, even on this drab day. We would like to return!

 

Next- the end of our trip

One thought on “35. Germany

  1. satwai November 6, 2015 / 11:56 pm

    Don’t blame Keech for chaffing a bit at not seeing the opera, but I think the Magic Flute is a tad bit more accessible (if only for its fantasy) than Turandot.

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