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  • Eibsee Part II: My First Solo Trip to the German Caribbean — Lakes, Lasagna & a Creepy Waiter

    Eibsee Part II: My First Solo Trip to the German Caribbean — Lakes, Lasagna & a Creepy Waiter

    A Quick Recap

    I kind of left you all hanging. Instead of heavenly posts about Lake Eibsee, you were bombarded with posts about financial insecurity and depression. I promise — none of those have vanished. Would be too easy, right? But let’s move on and actually look at a Journey of Joy moment.

    In Part I we covered how I got there. In Part II we’re doing a quick and dirty rundown of how things went on my way from Heidelberg to Grainau.

    Day Two

    I woke up in the early morning on Saturday. I slept okay — unfortunately, since the B&B was quite old (though charming), I heard every minor step my fellow tourists made in the middle of the night or early morning. Still, I had a smile on my lips. I had waited so long for friends to join me on trips, and this was one I finally just went on by myself.

    I went into the bathroom and took a long hot shower with the door open. Paranoid, yes — I wanted to make sure that if someone happened to open my hotel room door, I’d be ready.

    After the shower I put on my comfiest clothes and went downstairs for breakfast. I had something — honestly don’t remember what. I noticed that beside me there was just a small group of adventure tourists who looked very sporty, probably heading up into the mountains. Since it was April, it was way too cold for them to be cyclists.

    I went back upstairs and, honestly, laid back down. Since I didn’t have a TV at home at the time, I took full advantage of finally being able to curl up in bed and just enjoy. I came across Shopping Queen — a show I hadn’t seen in ages — and dove in a little too well. For those of you living in Germany, you already know that on Saturdays you get the entire week’s episodes together in one neat package. So I indulged, enjoyed, and almost didn’t visit the lake at all

    The Lake

    I mentally gave myself a kick in the butt and put my clothes on. When I checked in, I had generously been given a bus ticket for the area, so I took the next bus to the lake. It almost seemed like every handful of tourists in Grainau had gotten on the same bus. Seats weren’t filled. The weather was unforgivingly dreadful — dark, gray, moody. I thought about my pictures and how they wouldn’t look as great without any sunshine. We made our way through empty streets straight to the lake, dark thick woods surrounding us on all sides.

    We arrived after a twenty-minute ride. I got off the bus and started walking. Straight ahead.

    There it was — the beautiful Lake Eibsee. I walked around and captured these gems.

    Eibsee I
    Eibsee II

    Almost Starved to Death

    After about an hour I took the bus back to Grainau, happy with my trip and — most importantly — my pictures. It never really happened if you didn’t post it, right?

    Another twenty minutes later I was back at the hotel and getting hungry. Since I hadn’t booked any lunch or dinner options at the B&B, I looked online and found a small store nearby. I figured I’d grab some apples or bread to tide me over. I was too late. It was already closed — and mind you, it was about 3 PM in the middle of the day. I cursed myself for getting my hopes up. Growing up in a village in the Black Forest, I should have known there was no way that store would be open that “late.”

    I turned around and spotted a restaurant on my way back, making a mental note to go at 5 PM. I went back to the B&B, watched more TV, and at 5 PM sharp — stomach growling — I headed out. I thought I might try the restaurant right across from the B&B, but of course they didn’t open for another thirty minutes. So back to the first restaurant I went.

    I was welcomed by an older man — maybe forty — who was the only waiter and host. It was a typical old restaurant with Italian cuisine. He was nice. Too nice. He asked what I was doing in Grainau and I, foolishly, told him I was a tourist traveling alone. Then the compliments started. With a lit candle on the table, a beautiful girl like me shouldn’t be sitting alone. He should be joining me.

    I smiled awkwardly and cringed. Ordered my Radler and a very tasty lasagna, which I inhaled in twenty minutes because this guy was giving me the heebie-jeebies. I left as fast as I could.

    At least the lasagna was good.

    After that brief adventure I spent the rest of the evening in my room. I called the taxi company to arrange my pickup for the next day and just reminisced.

    It was a fun trip. My first solo one during the pandemic.

  • Zurich Part 1— The Trip that gave me Covid

    Lake Zurich

    Zurich. The renowned Swiss city. Harbor of banks, restaurants, and many very expensive clothing brands. Yeah, expensive even in the Swiss sense.

    Switzerland is a pristine country, known for its beautiful mountain ranges, picturesque lakes, and an overall unbelievably magnificent landscape.

    So many people had been recommending the city to me, saying Zurich was the city to visit in Switzerland. I had wanted to do this trip for such a long time, but life kept getting in the way.

    I finally made it happen in November of last year. I booked the Flixbus, booked the hotel room. I was happy. Emphasis on was.

    I boarded the Flixbus and off we went. I snuggled in, sitting next to a nice Asian lady who, unfortunately for me, hogged the USB ports for charging. To my right, a guy was regularly coughing—the kind of cough where you think he might not make it through the ride.

    I chilled regardless and put on one of my favorite shows, Reasonable Doubt. The second season had just come out, and I loved the first one. Michael Ealy and Emayatzy Corinealdi are both draws and very physically beautiful people. Plus, they can actually act.

    Season two—no Michael Ealy. But they got the one and only Morris Chestnut. What a man, what an actor. Even more motivation to watch, because I wanted to see what kind of character he would play and how they would introduce him.

    What was supposed to be a five-hour trip ended up being an eight-hour ordeal. And the guy was still coughing like he had the Plague.

    After eight hours, we finally arrived in Zurich. But it wasn’t what I expected. I kinda didn’t like it. I made my way from the bus station to the nearest tram stop, bought a ticket, and headed toward the tram station closest to my hotel. I checked in. The hotel was Visionapartments Brandschekenstrasse Zurich.

    Never again. My room was on the ground floor, right next to a hairdresser, which I didn’t know at the time but soon found out. The room looked fine, but then panic set in—I couldn’t find my wallet. WHERE WAS MY WALLET? I was so sure I had taken it with me, but suddenly horror scenarios flashed before my eyes. Had I left it in the tram? The Flixbus? How would I cross the border back to Germany?

    I left the room, looked outside, even checked in front of the hotel. Got back to my room and—you know it—it was there the whole time. Under my bag.

    Take two. I made my way to a kebap place, picked out what to eat, and noticed some American tourists struggling with the menu. Since they didn’t know German, I interpreted the menu for them and said a quick goodbye once they ordered. I love these quick interactions and always wonder how people’s lives go on afterward.

    Back at the hotel, kebap in hand, all I wanted was a warm shower to revitalize. I went into the bathroom, turned the handle… and nothing. No water, nothing.

    I was so sad. For me, that’s the only thing that brings me down after a long day. Great—no shower. I didn’t even know what to do, so I put something comfy on and went to bed.

    I turned on the TV and snuggled into my covers…

    Lovely trip so far, right? Please leave a comment—has this ever happened to you?