Friday, January 6, 2012

Part 4: Germany, Day 2

October 22, 2010


We had no particular plans for Friday, so there was no need for a morning alarm.  Sam and I slept in a tad while the R's had an early breakfast.  After some much needed rest, we headed down to the breakfast buffet.  This was an abundance of traditional American fare, though I'm pretty sure the rolls were similar to the ones I ate as a kid, back in Poland.
Sam got an internet card, which he used to update his fantasy football team.  It wasn't long after this that we met up with B and D to go exploring.

We headed into downtown Garmisch, and walked right into the middle of the market.  All sorts of fresh yummies were available for sale, but we only got some sausages (delicious ones, I might add).  We kept wandering and went into a Christmas shop, where I got a couple of lovely glass ornaments - a cottage (which made it all the way back to Sacramento unharmed, but then shattered in our living room before ever making it onto the tree) and a pickle (which luckily survived).  We also stopped by a candy shop, where we were allowed to sample handmade chocolates.  This may come as a shock, but...they were super yummy.  I got some gingerbread-type cookies to share with everyone later.

It was then time for lunch.  We went to a local cafe, where we blindly selected some sandwiches.  I also had an ultra smooth cappuccino, and Sam decided to try a local beverage that had fresh ginger and lime, topped with sparkling water.  The sandwiches, which contained ham, were very much enjoyed.  Because there was extremely limited seating inside, we ended up having our lunch outside, despite the very nippy weather.  Then, it was on to stein shopping.  There was a little store across the street that had a vast selection of said drink receptacles at reasonable prices.  We walked out with exactly one stein, and made our way back to the car.  Bundled as much as our California wardrobes allowed, we went over to a local lake for a short hike.

There was a decent amount of snow on the ground, and snowball making ensued.  Only one was thrown...by Sam...at me.  He spent a large portion of the walk after that worried about the solid sphere of ice that was my snowball.
We were in the approximate vicinity of the 1936 Olympic park, and saw a couple of old bobsleds.  I'm pretty sure we weren't supposed to take pictures in them, but did anyway.  We contemplated going to the bobsled museum, only to find that it's only open on Wednesdays 2-4pm.  Cold fingers, noses and ears prompted our return to the lodge.
D headed to her room to put the baby down for a nap.  The rest of us went downstairs, where we consumed hot beverages and played Phase 10.  Many laughs were shared, and B took home the victory.  The timing worked out perfectly, as the baby was well-rested by that point, and we could start getting ready for dinner.

Taj Mahal was the restaurant of choice for the evening, another recommendation from the front desk staff.  As the name might imply, this was Indian cuisine.  As had been the case with all our other European dining, the waiter was super nice, and very entertaining.  We each selected a dish, which we then consumed family-style.  There was a very spicy vindaloo, mango pork, a fish trio, simosas, and of course, naan, which came with a cucumber yogurt sauce that D and I delighted over.  /As the meal was coming to an end, we decided to get some dessert.  There was one whose description read, "A surprise for you."  Naturally, that's the one we ordered.  It had five or six different treats to sample, which I'm not sure I can remember (lychee fruit, mango cream, Indian ice, a "pouf ball," as Sam described it, and something else...).  G had started getting antsy before dessert, so D had taken him for a walk.  Only Sam, B and I were left when the check arrived, accompanied by complimentary mango liqueur.  D, as I mentioned, was outside, B was driving and Sam doesn't drink, so all the little shot glasses ended up in front of me.  Thanks for making me feel and look like a lush, guys!  For the record, the liqueur was not at all strong and tasted like delicious, sweet juice.

We went back to the lodge after yet another successful meal, and headed to our respective rooms.

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