Rothenburg ob der Tauber Travel Blog› entry 6 of 15 › view all entries
When my parents returned from Germany, they raved about Rothenberg, so I figured I should see it. I took the train, which involved a bus transfer. According to the schedule online, I had 3 minutes to walk from the train station to the bus, and I had to figure out which bus I needed, so I was a little stressed. So I find my bus and there's no one around. The departure time comes and goes. Hmmm. What's going on? The bus driver comes in and tells me the bus leaves in one hour. What!? One hour? That's one hour less that I have in Rothenberg! I was not happy. But since I had nothing else to do, I talked to the bus driver. He knew about as much English as I knew German, so we spoke in mixed sentences and managed to get through an hour discussing politics, weather and tourist destinations in both countries.
So I finally made it to the city and proceeded to wander around the medieval walled village. The streets are narrow, and many are paved with cobblestones. I went through the town square and watched the unimpressive clock tower show. On the hour, the man raises a beer stein as if he's drinking. Ooh, can you feel the excitement? Yeah, not so much.
I went to the Criminal Museum, which was actually a bit morbid, but I liked it.
I also read about the Schneeball - a ball of dough fried and flavored - that Rothenberg is known for. Rick Steeves doesn't recommend them. But I loved it! I had one that was covered in powdered sugar. I almost didn't try one because of his disdain for them. But I'm glad I did, and I wish I had bought another!