At the Maifelder Gast Haus (Maifeld's guest house or hotel if you prefer) we did go in and talked to the manager (using German) and told him what our name was, he was quite impressed and told several of the other employees what our name was but never did offer us free lodging. We never stayed over in Munstermaifeld anyway as it was only a couple of hours from where we lived. We also visited the local cemetery looking for gravestones with MAIFELD on them but were told by the pastor of the church that none were buried there.
On our first trip to Munstermaifeld we were along side of the highway filming the MunsterMaifeld sign with our huge video camcorder when a car came along and the driver was gawking out the window to see what we were doing when he lost control of his car. The resulting crash as the car veered into a telephone pole, snapped off the pole and overturned was quite spectacular. We ran over to offer assistance but he crawled out of the car shaking his head.`He was too embarrassed to be injured. We left after he declined our help but I would have loved to hear him explain to the Politzei what had happened.
Debi was involved in another incident while we were at Garmisch which involved the local McDonalds restaurant but I've embarrassed her enough for one day so I won't go into the details of table hopping.
The Germans didn't need the 4th of July as an excuse to have a fireworks display. Quite often we were entertained by them but on this one occasion I think it was the 4th of July. It was one of the most romantic evenings I have ever spent; we were with our friends Reiner and Bobby, Lorrie and Ross, myself and my wife on a small cruise ship in the middle of the Mosel River with a supply of the best bottles of spatlese imaginable along with an orchestra playing romantic music when the fireworks display began. The rockets were being fired from castles on each side of the river and exploding above us mostly in red designs. It was the best fireworks display I have ever attended.
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The town of St. Goar is located on the Rhein River near the Lorelei Rock, a place made famous by the poem "The Lorelei". I learned the poem in German while we were there and can still recite it in German 20 years later. The amazing part is that I even remember the English translation. |
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