Sundays are quiet here
Everything is closed! I realized that when I had an allergic reaction to something and found I'd run out of allergy pills!
N. tells me "too bad, but the pharmacy is closed on Sundays"!
@#(%#!!!!
The day improved not long after a cup of steaming coffee from the fancy DeLonghi Primadonna Avant. I think this thing probably whips poor Peruvian coffee farmers, collects the beans, roasts them, grinds, brews while simultaneously harvesting the sugarcane and milking the bears for the proper milk.
I still think the old Pavoni is a bit better, but the seals died in it.
I'm glad I am not a big coffee drinker, these are expensive toys!
Being that most things are closed today it was the perfect time for a little road trip. I don't think I know exactly where I went, but the roads were gorgeous. They are barely wide enough for two small cars to meet, and PERFECT for stretching the motorcycle legs on.
Going by memory, N. guides us on a bunch of small roads towards Bulder See (the actress Franka Potente grew up in this area) which has a notable biker restaurant right on the lake. I snapped some pictures of bikes, grabbed a Schweppes Bitter and we chatted for a bit, then hit the road again.
I can't possibly explain the natural beauty of this area. The streets are tree-lined, and often the trees touch to form a natural tunnel. In certain spots there are bridges to go under, and they are narrow enough to only allow one car at a time, so traffic lights are installed.
There are lush rolling hills with grass and rapeseed and a smattering of windmills along the way.
The roads are paved and smooth as glass, and though the speed limits are low, there are rarely cops out here in the country. As you get closer to little towns, you'll probably notice the church towers first, and in the case of Dülmen, the town has been there since the year 890! Yes, 890! The church is not much younger than that, and is a truly impressive sight.
The town has also done a great job of preserving old buildings and building new structures to not clash with the old feel of the town.
The way back to Haltern was a bit quicker as we took bigger roads and then we stopped off at the Lakeside Inn, a large and airy restaurant/bar with a decent selection of food and drinks, and the benefit of allowing pets in there.
A sidenote here, the pets must be regulars as the ones I've seen here always come in and lay down in a spot on the floor and stay out of the way. No begging, no tugging on the leash. They are just hanging out. Extremely cool to see!
I ordered a vanilla shake, which was very well-made and made of what we (in the US) call "French vanilla" ie. the good stuff. I had to go more ethnic with the food and ordered a schnitzel with "gypsy sauce" - a spicy sauce that reminded me a bit of Borsjtj - the Russian beet soup.
Just like with the curry brat, I wasn't THAT impressed, though it was good fare.
Snap some pictures of a Maserati and a Mercedes wagon I'd like to call my own, and back home to chat and listen to XTC radio to chill before bed-time.
I have to get up in a few hours to catch the train to Paris in the morning. Ugh.
Go Home
N. tells me "too bad, but the pharmacy is closed on Sundays"!
@#(%#!!!!
The day improved not long after a cup of steaming coffee from the fancy DeLonghi Primadonna Avant. I think this thing probably whips poor Peruvian coffee farmers, collects the beans, roasts them, grinds, brews while simultaneously harvesting the sugarcane and milking the bears for the proper milk.
I still think the old Pavoni is a bit better, but the seals died in it.
I'm glad I am not a big coffee drinker, these are expensive toys!
Being that most things are closed today it was the perfect time for a little road trip. I don't think I know exactly where I went, but the roads were gorgeous. They are barely wide enough for two small cars to meet, and PERFECT for stretching the motorcycle legs on.
Going by memory, N. guides us on a bunch of small roads towards Bulder See (the actress Franka Potente grew up in this area) which has a notable biker restaurant right on the lake. I snapped some pictures of bikes, grabbed a Schweppes Bitter and we chatted for a bit, then hit the road again.
I can't possibly explain the natural beauty of this area. The streets are tree-lined, and often the trees touch to form a natural tunnel. In certain spots there are bridges to go under, and they are narrow enough to only allow one car at a time, so traffic lights are installed.
There are lush rolling hills with grass and rapeseed and a smattering of windmills along the way.
The roads are paved and smooth as glass, and though the speed limits are low, there are rarely cops out here in the country. As you get closer to little towns, you'll probably notice the church towers first, and in the case of Dülmen, the town has been there since the year 890! Yes, 890! The church is not much younger than that, and is a truly impressive sight.
The town has also done a great job of preserving old buildings and building new structures to not clash with the old feel of the town.
The way back to Haltern was a bit quicker as we took bigger roads and then we stopped off at the Lakeside Inn, a large and airy restaurant/bar with a decent selection of food and drinks, and the benefit of allowing pets in there.
A sidenote here, the pets must be regulars as the ones I've seen here always come in and lay down in a spot on the floor and stay out of the way. No begging, no tugging on the leash. They are just hanging out. Extremely cool to see!
I ordered a vanilla shake, which was very well-made and made of what we (in the US) call "French vanilla" ie. the good stuff. I had to go more ethnic with the food and ordered a schnitzel with "gypsy sauce" - a spicy sauce that reminded me a bit of Borsjtj - the Russian beet soup.
Just like with the curry brat, I wasn't THAT impressed, though it was good fare.
Snap some pictures of a Maserati and a Mercedes wagon I'd like to call my own, and back home to chat and listen to XTC radio to chill before bed-time.
I have to get up in a few hours to catch the train to Paris in the morning. Ugh.
Go Home
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