Bad Windsheim (Day 3)

Ok.  So I chickened out with the outdoor museum.  I'll get to that in a second.

I had a pretty relaxing morning, had breakfast with J, chatted with a co-worker of hers, then took Etsy for her morning walk after tooling online for an hour.  On our walk, we got to the far park of Kurzpark, took paths we had not taken yet, and then saw a horse!

Notice the yard.  This is why it is not wise to own a horse if you don't have the property for it.  Back at our house, there are fields with occasional horses who have land plots three times this size and pulverize the lawn within a month.  I actually felt sorry for the horse.  It readily let me pet it and started licking my hand as I think it expected an apple to be there.  Etsy wanted to meet it too, but I'm glad there was a fence to prevent such a meeting.  I think it might not have turned out well.

J spent lunch with me in our room.  She get's lunch free, but it's 20 euro per lunch and dinner at the hotel for me, so I bought some groceries and will spend at least the rest of the lunchtimes in our room.

In the afternoon, Etsy and I sought out the Outdoor Museum.  It is supposed to have a lot of transferred medieval aged buildings together in a makeshift town.  I found it easily enough, but it did not look as big as I was led to believe, and for 6 or 7 euro per entry, I wanted to see it with J rather than by myself.  Etsy and I travelled to more of Bad Windsheim that we had not walked through yet and found more manatee images.  We eventually got back to the manatee statue, and found an informational panel that I had not noticed before.  For those who would like to translate, feel free.  I will get around to it, just not during this trip.

We spent dinner at the Hotel Gastof Le Anfore Restaurant with J's colleague who has a civilian husband.  We discussed JAG gossip and points of view.  It was italian cuisine: I had a calzone, J had spaghetti, and J's colleague had rigatoni.  We all had bruschetta and J and I had dessert as well.  It was decent food, the servers were nice, and I would have to say it was the lightest calzone I had ever had: thinner crust, not tons of oil, nice filling and topping, and not heavy on any one item.  It was great conversation and we all had lots in common to talk about in both work and personal lives.  Around when we left, an accordion player arrived and the table behind us was 20 strong 60+ year old men all singing.  We could understand very little of what they were singing, but J and I enjoyed listening.  A patron next to us said that it was a thick local dialect and he could not understand much of what they were saying either.  The best J and I could muster was that it was a very Bavarian set of tunes as at one point they were listing off the different parts of Bayern (Bavaria): Berchtesgaden, and several others that escape my memory.

J and I both agree that the bar singing is definitely something we will have to find again.