Josenhof

Our friend Anna made reservations for four nights at a Bavarian bed and breakfast. She got the information at the place’s website, and it looked fine, but of course judging only by the web you never know.

On our way from Anna and Doug’s house to the b&b near Memmingen, I rode in the back seat of Doug’s car with a traveling buddy, Graysi.

I tried not to expect anything from our upcoming lodging. We were only paying 19 euro apiece per night, after all, so I steeled myself to hold back complaints. As it turned out as we unloaded I could truthfully ooh and ahh.


(My even cuter traveling buddy, by the horse picture in our room.)
Then we ventured into Rot, the nearest village, and enjoyed dinner at a restaurant near a former monastery.

The only thing I regret looking back at our trip is that I didn’t spend a whole day soaking in the atmosphere here, watching people relate to their horses. I could have slowed pace to match the beauty (though it was c-cold out).


But I surged off each day to see our sights, and that was good, too (especially Dachau, photos coming soon). Still, if I’d have rested I might’ve been a happier traveler when from our stations Graysi and I viewed the road again on our way to Paris.

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