I got up at 7am, went out to get coffee and bread and to gas up the car ($80 – a new record for a vehicle that isn’t my truck). Then we had breakfast and, after a lengthy chat with the host, got on the road.
Our home for one evening in Landau (or Kronau, according to Google) was the “Vacation apartment Riva.” This was a VRBO rental. It was the bottom half of a two-story home. We didn’t use the living room and dining room; the bedroom, bath, kitchen and dinette were plenty for us. How was the place? In a word, AWESOME. It was not only large, comfortable and fully stocked with dishes, pans, silverware and spices, but the quality of construction was amazing. Custom shower, Jacuzzi (not used), designer sink and faucet. Everywhere we looked we saw quality. And money. We felt like royalty for one night. We even said to each other: too bad it is just one night.
We took advantage of the kitchen that one night to cook sausage and noodles.
The reason it was just one night is that it was merely a stop on our way to Munich and Salzburg. I don’t think there is a lot to do in the Landau area. I certainly had no intention of ever returning. But if this place is available… maybe.
The one strange thing: no freezer. Who builds a home without a freezer. How do you even find a refrigerator without a freezer? Very strange.
Another difference between France and Germany: very few toll roads in Germany. Consequently we travelled on autobahns the entire way. Except that we stopped in Munich for a break. And a beer. And a sausage. The beer and sausage were fine, but nothing special.
Then we wandered around Munich for an hour or so. We visited Marienplatz (which is the heart of Munich) and a couple of cathedrals, including St Peter’s.
We did a little window shopping and bought a loaf of bread. Then, as the sun was setting, got back on the road, headed to Salzburg. We arrived at 7:30pm and were able to do some grocery shopping before the supermarket next to the hotel closed.
There was one scary moment along the way. I think I have mentioned that Germans drive FAST. There are also a lot of trucks that drive SLOW. The autobahn usually has three lanes so there is a middle lane where people drive sensibly. But we came across an incident – a stalled vehicle in the right lane, I believe – that caused a truck to swerve into the middle lane. Which caused me to swerve into the fast lane. And brake hard. It was a scary nea-collision, but we escaped.