55-year-old, backpacking in Germany and France 10: another expression of seeing the world.

In May 2004, I was 55 years old, and I had the opportunity to pack my backpack and travel in Europe alone 14 days. I recorded what I saw and heard, and what I saw, local conditions and customs, and shared them with you. )

After I came back from Heidelberg, I still lived in Hans' house.

In the evening, I followed Mrs Hans into the kitchen. Her kitchen is like a small laboratory, and the cabinets are full of bottles and small scales.

There are four fire holes in the gas stove. Mrs. Hans haggles over every ounce when cooking. First of all, she called good noodles for the three of us, cooked them with boiling water and sprinkled some oil. Take out the cooked minced meat, pour a little of this spoon and that spoon into paste with minced meat, and then pour it on the noodles.

The appetizer is vegetable salad, which is of course simpler.

The main course is fried meat pie. She opened the refrigerator, took out three pieces of meat, pressed them on a clean rag, sucked up the water, sprinkled some salt, put the butter in the pot, fried them on both sides, and sprinkled some pepper, and made delicious fried patties.

It is the skill of a German housewife to watch everyone eat everything on the plate.

Exquisite miniature home models are placed on the corridors of Hans' house and on the handrails of stairs.

Each picture is about 10 cm square, with complete tables, chairs, benches and beds, wallpaper on the wall, bedding on the bed, covers on the chair, tableware on the table, and photos hanging on the wall, but each work is different, counting about 20.

I really can't help but ask Mr. Hans curiously, "Is this your daughter's childhood toy?" Mr. Hans smiled and replied, "no, I did it all myself." As a gift for our wedding anniversary, we make one set every year. You see, doors and windows can be opened and closed freely! "

I was shocked. The gentleman in front of me is amazing. He is just a primary school teacher, almost comparable to the level of a craftsman.

The master is in the folk, and this sentence is universally applicable.

The meeting time is very short, and the two-day stay makes me feel very warm.

In the morning, Mrs. Hans made breakfast and kindly asked me to take one to eat on the way.

Mr. Hans gave me a ride, too. He participated in two CDs recorded by the local choir.

I also took out two boxes of cool oil as a reward.

Mrs. Hans immediately said, I want to send a box to my mother. It seems that filial piety is also one of the good things of human beings.

The couple drove me to the station, so I did as the Romans do, hugged and kissed. With their simple enthusiasm, I said goodbye.

I took the local train this time, and I have to stop at 10. Stop for half a minute and stand for one minute.

I'm afraid it's too late when we get to the transfer station. I stood at the door early, got off the bus with my luggage and looked at the transfer platform. I met the car in front and drove slowly into the station. I looked at my watch and there were 20 seconds left. I got on the bus and set off soon, taking me to Munich, a famous city in southern Germany.

Southerners and northerners have different accents, but fortunately, I prepared the road map early and found the reserved youth hostel without much effort.

Although it is a youth hostel, the elderly can stay, but the price is a bit expensive. They are fifteen or sixteen euros, and I am twenty euros, but compared with authentic hotels, it is quite affordable.

In the corner downstairs are the front desk and the dining room, which are only two rooms in size and very miniature. Going up the stairs, I saw a six-person room with bunk beds: a table, three chairs, a luggage room on the other side, a shower room and a double bathtub next to it, and that's all.

After packing, I went to Mary Square in the city center. On weekends, people are shopping, and the shopping street is more lively than Nanjing Road in Shanghai.

I saw the famous Twin Towers, entered the Michele Cathedral, spent half a euro, took a candle and lit it. I also followed the example of the old woman in front of me. After curtseying on one leg, I knelt down and prayed for the peace of my family and the world.

The church was quiet and solemn, but when I opened the door, I saw the bustling crowd in the world of mortals, as if it were really two worlds.

There are instant noodles and pickled mustard tuber for dinner, which is good for my China stomach.

It looks like going to bed early when it's cloudy and rainy. Feeling sleepy, I felt that two girls came in separately, washed gently and then lay down.

The next day, I plan to visit the famous old and new Swan Castle in Fei Sen. Unfortunately, the weather was bad and it rained heavily. I changed at the railway station to go to Fei Sen. I have to take a bus.

While waiting for the bus, I met two pairs of college students in Shanghai, who seemed to be boyfriend and girlfriend. They invited me to go with them, saying that five people from Germany can form a group and the price is cheap 1/3. Why not? It is more worthwhile to go with my hometown.

The first place to visit is Hoth Castle, Old Swan Castle, which is Louis II's father's castle. In order to protect the ancient buildings, tourists wait in line, in groups of 30, 10 minutes before another group is released. This is a khaki castle, built in14 ~15th century.

The castle is very big, surrounded by cylindrical towers, giving the building another style.

It seems that the king of a small country on German soil at that time was also very extravagant, with everything from copper and iron utensils to fur and clothes, and a servant's house.

After coming out, walk along the long ramp, of course, you can also take a carriage to Neuschwanstein Castle.

King Ludwig II regarded the composer Wagner as a god, and he was crazy about Wagner's operas.

He built the castle for this purpose and ordered people to draw famous opera scenes on the inner wall of the castle. The name of this castle also comes from the opera The Legend of the White Swan.

It is said that he once fell in love with his cousin, but somehow it didn't work out. From then on, he never married again, and spent all the financial resources of a country on building castles.

The king's bedroom is carved with swans on the bed. His study has a long and narrow corner, like the beautiful neck of a swan. His palace is built according to the pattern of an opera, with 600 candles.

After the completion of the whole palace, it's a pity that he can't digest it. On a trip, the king died in the lake next to the castle, becoming a swan-like death and an eternal mystery.

Now it has become a tourist attraction and a punch-in place for many newlyweds to take wedding photos. Castle prototypes of Disneyland around the world also originated here.

It had been raining that day, and when I came back, I looked back at Neuschwanstein Castle, which was even more hazy and mysterious, shrouded in smoke and fog, and completely dreamy. ...