Thanks for popping in! Sorry I'm so late blogging today, but we just had to make the most of the sunshine.
We could see the black clouds over Will's Mum's house all day, but we were so lucky!
I was also very lucky with the Spa Hotel I picked.
Had no idea where it was located - didn't even know it had a swimming pool let alone the full spa works - just knew it was in Baden Baden! So you can imagine our delight when we found we had landed right near the centre and the famous casino and the Christmas Market. Result!
Lovely buildings like this everywhere....
Was walking past one of the many pharmacies in town, and thought I was seeing things!
Two old dears, sitting patiently, staring out at the street.
Closer investigation called for. Madame Tussauds! Eat your heart out!
So we treated ourselves to some lovely German cake and coffee. Here's Mum in her element! Cheesecake with poppyseeds.
Me? Cherries all the way! We are saving the Schwarz (black) wälder (forest) kirsch (cherry) torte (cake) experience for Sunday. BIG TREAT. To actually eat Schwarzwälderkirschtorte in the Schwarzwald!
I even went and bought a bathing suit, so that I could take advantage of what was on offer at the hotel this evening. Mum declined, so I went off alone in my brand new Speedo cozzy....
Super pool. You know the ones that go outside too, so you are under the stars in the water.
So I was in a world of my own; inside, outside, lengths, back outside, hottub, the lot. Decided to find the sauna. Lovely. Nobody but me. Hot, very hot, but good for the mind apparently, so I stare at the timer on the wall and wait for the sand to fall through. Then the door opens and in comes a man. He obviously decided to bypass the Speedo shop. Then I remember! Germans often like to get their kit off in the sauna! Now don't get me wrong. Live and let live and all that. But not when he almost slapped me on the shoulder with it!! I was out of that cubicle before he'd even singed his nuts on the bench!
Remind me to tell you what happened once in Aachen in a spa. That was on a trip with Mum too! I got slung out for being the only one dressed!!
Anyway, back to Baden Baden..ironically, baden in German means bathing.....
So I fled to the outdoor pool, and was just minding my own business out there, when this other bloke starts bobbing around me, chatting to me. Here we go again, I think....yep, he's a businessman from Iran, and do I like Persian carpets, because he has an international carpet business. So I have a question: How do you say sod off in Persian? All I wanted to do was chillax! And no, I don't like Persian carpets!
I gave up in the end and fled back to Mum!
She did laugh when I told her about my relaxing spa session. And Dave, if you're reading this, the Persian looked just like Toad of Toad Hall, and the one in the sauna? I have no idea - I didn't look!!!
Lots of love from Baden Baden,