Another German-speaking place

Trip Start Apr 05, 2006
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Trip End Apr 17, 2006


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Friday, April 14, 2006

The next morning we had a massive breakfast with Oliver's parents, his brother and his brother's family. His mother, Erika, made homemade muesli with grains, fresh fruit, and yogurt. I also tried some cheese with dried fruit in it. And of course, we had several selections of fresh bread, plus different meats. Rhonda made plenty of espresso for everyone.

Although Erika and Oliver's brother, Thomas, speak English quite well, his father, Werner, does not speak it, although he understands some. Rhonda's German is quite good. At one point the Swiss were joking about my German last name and the fact that I have a great-grandfather from Switzerland. Although my German was terrible, I was told that my accent when I say "danke" sounds like a native. So after days of that being the only German I have spoken, I have accomplished saying it properly.

After stuffing ourselves, we packed up the car and went to the German border, only about half an hour away, to Konstanz. Oliver went to university on the Swiss side of the border, and we walked around the edge of the lake and into town. The town is like photos I've seen of Germany: traditional buildings, clean cobblestone streets.

The weather finally cleared a little, and we could see the Alps across the lake. Oliver suggested visiting a "flower island," which is described in the next entry. (The shameless plug for you to keep reading :-)
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