Of all the decisions we made about where to travel after Paris, the least logical was to go to Scotland and Ireland. “It will be cooler there so it makes sense to go closer to the summer” was one piece of logic. “It is where the McCloys came from” was a piece of reasoning. (Ariana’s maiden name is McCloy). But “no reason” was the most likely. So we flew from Paris to Edinburgh.
As we left Lindau Germany, on the shore of Lake Constance, it began to rain. It rained all the way across the lake to Freidrichstaffen. The Alps, usually seen ringing the lake, were hidden in the mist and rain. Though we missed seeing the mountains we felt cozy looking out the large windows on the boat while the rain soaked the glass. Occasionally we would see a lone fishing boat with one or two huddled figures bobbing on the waves.
At Freidrichstaffen we boarded a bus and passed through the cliffs, trees and rocks of the Black Forest to Freiburg where we were met by our newly met friend, Anda.
We were so fortunate to have Anda’s guidance. She had located some unusual parts of Freiburg we not have known about otherwise.