We traveled to the "sunniest town in Germany's" and got soaked. We left our little town for the 30 minute drive to Freiburg with high hopes the rain would soon stop. Ninety minutes, dozens of tight turns, several steep hills, and two construction sites later, we arrived. We parked and, in our shorts and tee shirts, ran to the nearest cafe. (The 100 degree temps pushed thoughts of raincoats, jeans, and long-sleeve shirts from head while I packed a few days earlier. ) I quickly realized this cafe would not suit my kids', or husband's, taste buds. We asked the German women at the adjacent table to recommend a child friendly restaurant. They directed us to a pizzeria two blocks away. We ran from awning to awning quickly becoming drenched. But we did find the restaurant and enjoyed the warm dry atmosphere.
I noticed Markethalle - a food court recommended by Rick Steves - during our sprint. We ducked in after lunch to find Italian, Chinese Arabic, French and other cuisines. We sat on high stools and ate chocolate torte, croissants, and ice cream. On our way out, I grabbed a rare delicacy for us - Chinese take out.
We ran back through the down pour and paused under an archway.
I did take one picture of the Bachle - tiny streams running down almost every street that were built in the 13th century. I actually loved this small university town and wished we could explore.
While we didn't need an arc, the rain was suppose to continue for four more days and nights. We decided to cut our losses and head home to Frankfurt two days early. Bye cows.
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