Frankenstein Castle in the background. The groundskeeper’s chapel in the foreground.
Frankenstein Castle has a nice pair of knockers.
There’s an electric fence to electrocute you, and I presume, put you out of your misery before you hit the bottom in case you slip off the narrow trail to the castle and fall down the very steep slope.
Bad Bunny
If you’ve ever wondered what happened to Herbie, The Love Bug, he retired in Frankenstein.
Freyja and I went on a long walk in the forest this morning.
There was lots of fungus among us. I believe these are called polypores.
There are so many trails, it can drive you nuts!
I could hear birds chirping, woodpeckers pecking, and what sounded like an owl, but I couldn’t find a single bird in the forest full of trees.
Our walk
Freyja was worn out
Atlas was putting on the cute, again
We went to an Irish pub own by a fellow from Romania for St. Patrick’s Day dinner.
Speaking of fungus amongus, the band played “Proud Mary” and “La Bamba” as part of their moldy oldies repertoire.
Paddy on bass. Herr Elton John on drums. Herr Traditionell spielen, singen und auf der Gretsch richtig Gas geben.
What was funny about the band is that it brought back memories of when I played in garage bands in the mid to late 70s. Way back then, we had to know three songs to play in clubs, for weddings, and special events: “Proud Mary”, “Brown-Eyed Girl”, and “La Bamba”. We didn’t stick around long enough to see if they played “Brown-Eyed Girl”.
…looking over Landstuhl from the Schlossruine Nanstein Castle
Landstuhl
Atlas thinks the chapel is cool, also!
Knight in the pavers
Fountain with a Camino de Santiago symbol
The oldest houses in Landstuhl are from around the 16th century.
Atlas wants to hire the maid on the van.
On to Ehemalige Festung Homburg
Homburg
With castle ruins comes more tunnels and stairs
A scratching of the 250-million-year-old ichthyosaur remains they found in the limestone in 1968.
The sign says it’s dangerous. I had to check it out. When I stepped on the floor and started to sink in the much, I decide the sign was not kidding.
Another danger sign
Where I would have come out if I have ventured past the muck
Atlas eared me that I was a wimp for not going through the dangerous tunnel.
I came across a wheelbarrow on a landing looking for the restroom at an Asian restaurant. I got confused. It could have been from jet lag, the Dragon Fruit drink, or the pole dancing. It’s hard to say.
Atlas giving me an ear up for getting lost trying to find the restroom at an Asian restaurant.
We went to Trier, Germany, in the rain today. Trier was one of five official Roman residences in the 3rd and 4th centurys, and it was the home of Karl Marx.
Reminded me of Inchy in his younger days.
Das Foot
Karl Marx traffic lights
Roman ruins
Holding up the arch
Tunnels under the baths were used for maintaining the hot water for the baths.
We staoped by the Karl Marx Museum
Hour glasses showing how much time Marx spent in different cities. He lived longest in London and then Trier.
Spunk lost his tail for a few days. I finally found it. It had fallen under the steps into the library. He took it to bed for a nap not long after I put it back into his toy box.
A cat 7 was on the bed when Jake and I got back from our morning walk
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