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I arrived at the train station in Erfurt a few minutes before I thought I would. I didn't see Peter anywhere, so I stepped outside to take another photo of myself in front of the building. All of a sudden, I see my old friend Peter, in orange pants and a winter coat.
“Peter!” I call. “Over here!”
We took my stuff to the car and drove off to his apartment. Once there, he showed me around, and we went out for a beer, and some food. We set out on foot. Peter's apartment is in a very old building (not old like my house, 100 years, but old as in Medieval , like 500 years old.) His building is very near the old center of town, which is very popular and filled with bars and restaurants. We had some difficulty finding a place that had any room for us, every place was absolutely packed!
He ordered some sort of soupy stew, served in a ceramic mug, and the stew had a crust on top make of baked on cheese.
It was midnight by the time we got back to the apartment. Peter didn't stay, as he had plans to stay at his girlfriends house for the weekend. I had the apartment all to myself.
In the morning, I walked back a restaurant Peter had recommended the night before. I couldn't read the menu. I still haven't learned to speak German, even since last night. I watched other customers, and they seemed to be helping themselves to some sort of buffet, so I did the same. It appeared I was on the right track.
Peter sent me a text message, I guess now my phone suddenly works, and said he and his girlfriend, Manuela and her son Maurice, would pick me up and we would all go for a visit to a nearby castle.
On the drive there, I thought to myself, holy crap, we're going fast. “Is this the Autobahn?” I asked Peter.
“Isn't there any speed limit”
“How fast are we going” I inquired.
“220 Kilometers per hour” he replied.
I got out my guide book 1.6 km = 1 Mile. I got out my calculator.
CRAP! We're traveling 130 MPH on the freeway, and Peters steering with one hand and smoking a cigarette with the other, like he's going to church! Honestly, I can't remember ever going that fast, and not being in an aircraft.
The visit to the castle took most of the day. They had donkeys for the children to ride up the steep trail. Peter told me I was to ride a donkey too, but luckily he was kidding.
It was past sunset when we left. Little Maurice fell asleep in his seat on the way to the restaurant. We landed at a pizza place, and I had the vegetable pizza.
Peter dropped me off in front of his apartment, and I let myself in with the key he had given me, but first I stopped of at the sports bar next door, and bought a couple of Beck's beers to take with me.
Peter's place is very comfortable and really nice and modern on the inside, as you can see by the photos. The heat is in the wood floor, so it's great to walk around in your stocking feet. After a beer and some internet surfing, I went to sleep and woke the the next morning very refreshed.
I went to the restaurant for breakfast again, and had the whole day to myself to explore Erfurt, and to make plans for my departure back home.
Either I could travel to Munich on Monday, and stay over night and take the flight out on Tuesday (leaves at 12:30) or stay at Peter's (although it felt like MY private apartment) and leave really early, like 5:AM on Tuesday, taking the train to Munich, then the subway to the airport.
I chose the latter, and I am composing this blog one the very comfortable, but very expensive train ride from Erfurt to Munich ($135 to me is expensive.
Although I haven't yet reached the airport, I'm assuming I'll make it on the flight back.
(There was more, but I deleted it. The assumption was wrong, so what does this mean?
Another blog tommorrow!