Alpine Summer

This morning we didn't really do anything in town. We basically checked out of the hotel, walked to a cheap backerei for breakfast, and then rode the bus to the stadtgarten. We spent about an hour and a half there before heading to the bahnhof. Dr. Noll and the bus were supposed to be rolling around at "11:30 sharp" . . . which turned into us sitting there until about 12. Several other people from our group that had spent the weekend in Austria joined us at the bahnhof. Apparently the bus arrived 45 minutes late to the Universitätspark and they had already given a 15 minute cushion in the trip time. Regardless, we eventually met up with Dr. Noll and headed to Zeppelin, where we had been invited to swim. We took the amazing Mercedes-Benz bus on the ferry and met up with a few more people on the other side. After lunch, we were on our way to Zeppelin University.

Yes, this is where they designed and built zeppelins. There is an extremely small college there with a "beach" in front of it. I use this term loosely because it's basically just rocks. No sand. The water was incredibly cold, but given the strange heat that has overcome Germany, it was great. It was kind of a shame that the entire bottom of the lake was rocks, but I guess that's what you get from a non-man-made lake. In one direction, you could see the Swiss Alps. In another, you can see German Alps. And in another, there are Austrian Alps. Lake Konstanz forms the border where the three countries meet. Most people didn't stay out in the water very long, but Luke, Jared, and I stayed out for a while. Getting back out of the water on the rocks was even harder than getting out there -- at one point I literally had to lean over and use my hands to help me keep my balance.

















After swimming, we ate pizza. Well, I ate crust. Dr. Noll understands about my red-foods thing, but apparently the people at the pizzeria did not. So, I certainly did get pizza without sauce, but it was also without cheese or spinach or any of that other stuff I was imagining. We then headed out on the bus back to the Schwä. Almost all of the long bus rides have seen some sleep; I think I was out for about an hour on the trip home.