Would you like another piece of cake?

Yesterday I returned from my cousin’s confirmation (that word sounds strange in english but my dictionary says it’s the right choice, so I’ll stick with it). My cousin lives with his sister and parents in the south of Germany, not so far away from Lake Constance.

My granny and me set out friday morning to make our journey south via train. We had to change trains twice which is always a given from our location. Fast trains never come through here (that’s how my father used to tease me, he said santa wouldn’t come to me because the ICE doesn’t stop here). In Frankfurt we changed into said high speed train, also known as InterCityExpress. The thing is, we already left the station with a delay which was bad since we only had 5 minutes to change trains in Ulm. But I knew as soon as I looked up the connection some days eralier on the internet that we were going to miss this one. Despite the world seeing germans as very punctual beings and the Deutsche Bahn (German Trains) as an institution for accuracy and punctuality, they’re almost never on time due to various known and unknown reasons, like signals failing, bad weather, engine problems…the list goes on and on. So, we spent an hour at the train station in Ulm until the next train came and we could arrive at our destination where we were picked up by my uncle.

"Grüß Gott" (Salute to God) is a lovely and typical greeting in the south. This was one of the stations we passed through and I just loved the building :-)

From then on, my weekend consisted of constant eating. We ate so much, I sure was going to burst, fortunately I didn’t. On Saturday the other guests arrived, since they all had a longer trip to make, so we had lunch together, we had cake for tea time. We had 9-10 different cakes and were 13 people at the most. I love cake, and I rather eat cake than breakfast (which I also did) so it wasn’t a big problem for me, but after the 5th slice, you are so full even though you want more of that sweet sugary taste in your mouth *sigh*
Me and my aunt’s nephew (who was also staying at their house) had to transport the cakes downstairs into the cold and upstairs again four times over the weekend, haha. The good thing was, the cellar was pretty cold and thus a nice place to be from time to time.
Oh, I almost forgot the dinner we had, I don’t know where all that food managed to go in my body, but it worked somehow.

The little protestant church we would never have fitted into.

Sunday morning marked the actual day of the confirmation, so we made our way to the church, even though the ceremony wasn’t held in the actual church since it was way to small for this purpose. Protestants are a minority in the south as most people there are catholic, so the churches are accordingly small. In my opinion, the service was a bit to hippie for m taste, we sang a lot, which I usually don’t mind, but I didn’t know the lyrics or melody of the religious songs. Also they had this gospel choir (don’t even get me started on gospel choirs) which sang a couple of songs as well. But they sang in english and abused the language because they all had terrible accents. They even sang Amazing Grace which made me sick to my stomach but I couldn’t change it.
I was relieved when the service was finally over since the air in the community center was terrible even though all windows were open.

The community center was called House in the Vineyard. They had this lovely garden.

After church we had lunch, good thing I only ate a banana for breakfast and my starting headache due to the bad air was slowly subsiding. Lunch was good, but so-ho-ho-ho much, and I knew that back at my uncle’s house, 10 cakes were still waiting to be eaten at tea time. So we ended up eating cake again, as you might have guessed already. I just can’t resist, when it’s sitting right in front of my, stupid week will xD

Then we finally stopped the eating marathon. Everyone was pretty beat though, so we sat outside and talked for some time, which was nice, the sun was shining, all was calm.

I think, I bored you guys enough with my recount of the weekend, so I’ll leave you with a couple of pictures. Thankfully today is our Labor Day, so I could sleep in and do next to nothing (hmm, maybe I should unpack the rest of my bag later…maybe!).

Wait, I forgot to tell you about my lovely journey back home. My granny booked the train tickets and there was a little mix-up which turned out very nice. Instead of taking the same route back as we did to get there, we went with the slower InterCity through the Black Forest. Man, that was lovely, so beautiful. I made a mental note to go there again on vacation for some hiking (I’ve never hiked in my life but it sounds like a good idea). At one time, we were at a station 806 meters above sea level which is amazing when you keep in mind that we started at Lake Constance. Unfortunately, my DSLR was packed away in my bag and out of reach also the train was moving, the windows dirty and I’m a little perfectionist, so I didn’t take any pictures there. Ok, honestly, I didn’t even think to take them because I was so stunned by the landscape which was presented in front of me.

Now the pictures :-) as promised.

Sunset at Lake Constance. How I love lakes *doublesigh*
Monday morning we took the ferry over Lake Constance to get to our train station. You can see a part of the Alps. Very cool :-)
Opposite view of the Alps

(Sorry for the bad quality of the last ones, I had to take them with my phone.)

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