Back on course, we took the A5 and A8 into the Black Forest, eventually arriving at the Gasthof Ochsen Post in Tiefenbronn. In trying to find our way into the hotel itself, we asked directions of an elderly Swabish couple and had an enjoyable few minutes with them. Some folks have said that Germans are unfriendly to strangers. We've found that, while they are often somewhat reserved, they're normally quite pleasant. Checking in, I lugged the three heavy bags along with the carry-on up two flights of stairs to a rather nice room in this old, half-timbered building. After a change of clothes, we drove to nearby Mühlhausen for dinner at the Hotel Arneggers Adler. As instructed by Karl, we asked for Melanie and were welcomed enthusiastically. Melanie had attended culinary school with Karl’s older son, Heinrich. The menu was all in German and Melanie spoke little English. Our German is normally adequate to get us by but there were many items on the menu that we didn't understand. We were assigned a waitress who was a bit better at English but dinner was still an adventure and we used the dictionary a lot. We finally both agreed on a Swabish menu of filled noodles, salad, pork medallions, and a fruit compote. We drove back “home” and were in bed by what we thought was 8:30. On the way, I noticed there was a beautiful view of the village but it was too dark for a photo.