Another day another road. I am truly blessed to be out here on the road with my Mother. It has been hard enough to be traveling together working through our differences, but it has been fruitful in many ways because of this.
When we left the hotel the morning after my visit with Jochen I had hardly slept a couple hours. For whatever reason I can’t seem to get my sleep schedule on track. It is all over the place. Needless to say I was a bit tired and cranky. We made it to Lorch, a quaint little town on the Rhine river, and found our hotel down the main strip. Basically the only two lane road in the town. We had a great dinner at this little wine tasting restaurant run by a Czech family serving mainly German dishes. The food was simple and great.

We then wandered down to the poster street that fronts the town. Along the way I was struck at the way they make these slate roofs seem like scales. It’s as if you are walking through a hillside of dragons with their giant Mothers coiled at the pinnacle of these towns in castle form.


We found a little pub called The Troubadour and went inside to see where the locals congregate. The man running the place has played as a troubadour in the surrounding castles for thirty five years. There were so many instruments it was hard to even find a place to sit even though there were only four patrons in the place.

It was cozy and the owner was very welcoming. With a glass of dunkel beer and a glass of the house made dry Riesling we listened to this man play the piano very fluently and softly. His friends chided him at the bar for playing swanky songs. My theory was it was a ploy to woo my mother, the only woman in the bar. I only wished I had my partner there with me to sing songs and and woo the locals just the same. Many thoughts of the bar scene in Herzog’s “Heart of Glass” came to mind and I only wished I had my notes from the film as a companion to the experience.

We went home, got in bed, and got some dream stuffed sleep.
This morning we were off on a hike climbing the valley. Cue pictures.





