Tom and I rolled out our red carpet for New Prague friends this weekend. (what this means is, we sleep on the air mattress, not you) Al, Jeanne and son Eric Bisek drove up to Germany from Rome after a brief stop in Innsbruck.
Our guests were greeted with German treats: big baked pretzel, meats, cheeses and you guessed it, local brew. Bamberg has more brew houses than any other area worldwide.
To start their tour, Friday night we visited two pubs, dining on meals of wurst and kraut or fries. Entertainment following supper was card playing elbow to elbow with locals. Monica, our favorite bar maid , was excited to meet more Americans. She needed to get the facts, so they could be put on the grapevine.
Saturday morning Tom motored Biseks into the countryside, bragging about the beauty and showing off Banz Abbey and the Big Church of the Little Sisters. Afternoon scheduling included a walk down Bamberg's cobblestone ways to the Cathedral and then...
Al's eyes lit up and then teared as we began our pub crawl. He closely watched as beer was drawn into mugs designed specifically for the brew. Al wasn't sure if he had died and went to heaven or what. He was also impressed with architecure and ambiance in these special places.
Sunday morning by 7:00 a.m. Biseks had their bags loaded and were off to find their Czech roots near Prague.
(Dear Al, Jeanne and Eric, I am really sorry I forgot to put lettuce on your sandwiches. I did remember the chocolate and potato chips in your "to go" pack.)
Our guests were greeted with German treats: big baked pretzel, meats, cheeses and you guessed it, local brew. Bamberg has more brew houses than any other area worldwide.
To start their tour, Friday night we visited two pubs, dining on meals of wurst and kraut or fries. Entertainment following supper was card playing elbow to elbow with locals. Monica, our favorite bar maid , was excited to meet more Americans. She needed to get the facts, so they could be put on the grapevine.
Al's eyes lit up and then teared as we began our pub crawl. He closely watched as beer was drawn into mugs designed specifically for the brew. Al wasn't sure if he had died and went to heaven or what. He was also impressed with architecure and ambiance in these special places.
Sunday morning by 7:00 a.m. Biseks had their bags loaded and were off to find their Czech roots near Prague.
(Dear Al, Jeanne and Eric, I am really sorry I forgot to put lettuce on your sandwiches. I did remember the chocolate and potato chips in your "to go" pack.)