January 1, 2003
We walked a short block to a building with an ATM sign and used my bank card to open the external door. Fortunately, the ATM offered instructions in English, so we successfully withdrew the needed euros for our traveling. A line of people had formed by this time (I guess we must have been a bit slow completing our transactions), so we decided to ask for lunch recommendations. No one there spoke English. We loved it! One of our traveling goals is to see as much of that country’s culture as possible, minimizing the tourist effects. My brother-in-law used the word "café" and mimicked the motion of eating with a fork. Graciously, one person stood with us outside and used arm and hand motions to send us off in the direction of a restaurant.
It was a successful communication, as we arrived at the Backerei Kondtorei Cafehaus, a quaint little bakery and café in the city center. Lace curtains hung on the window and vines grew on the outside walls of the building. We walked into the bakery portion of the building, greeted by the wonderful aroma of freshly baked goods. I immediately picked out a Stollen Struzel, and my wife selected a smaller pastry. Although the menu was in German only, we did decipher that soup and sandwiches could be ordered. Too late. We had already seen the beautiful pastries in the bakery window. My mind was made up.
After some effort, we communicated that I wanted a glass of milk (a dictionary would have been handy here), and my wife ordered Tasse Kaffee. Although a small, informal dining room sat behind the bakery, we were escorted to the adjoining, and more formal, dining room. We sat at a corner table, where we enjoyed the view of the town. Our pastries and drinks were served, and we watched as people in town hung their Christmas decorations. As I anticipated, the pastry was delicious and I savored each bite. I wanted to purchase some more to eat later in the day, but we decided that we’d rather try different food from a café at our next stop.
From journal Ancestral Home in Germany