Since Friday was spent moping around, running errands and visiting friends... anything to keep me from thinking about my hairy little dog... Saturday we decided we needed to get away- break out of the typical weekend humdrum and do something. It just so happened that I had read about a French Festival in a little town called Neckargemund. Since I'm unusually drawn to anything French, this outing seemed ideal and being that it was only an hour and half drive... we were totally sold.
Nekargemund is a little town outside of Heidelberg. Its sits pleasantly on the Neckar River and has a thousand years worth of history. We didn't go there for a history lesson though... we went there to eat cheese, baguettes and macaroons. We may have had some French wine. Flammkuchen too... which isn't French but delicious so who really cares.
Anyways,
when they said French Festival... they weren't kidding. The vendors spoke French... maybe a little German but not much. I have no idea how they sell anything but apparently everyone manages. I speak more French than I do German so it worked out well for me. And in case you didn't know, food needs no translation. Point, nod, smile.
It never fails.
I will point out that Chad patiently stood with both baby and dog while I did my "french thing" and it was appreciated.
Doing my "french thing" made me happy.
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By the end of the afternoon, my feet were hurting and my belly was full.
J'ai Fini.
It was a multicultural, international kind of weekend I guess as today we went to the International Street Festival in Sindelfingen.
More on that tomorrow!
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