Campsites,Germany #11of14

We camped at the Schomburg campsite at 4:00 PM today. This campsite sign was one of the few we saw that afternoon, so stopped where we knew there was a campsite. Sometimes the driving and turning and wondering if there will be a campsite when we want one, just tires us both, yes both. In case you wonder, I will rarely if ever admit to being tired, but only because I rarely if ever get tired while sightseeing in Europe.

Riol’s campsite was closed for the season, we think. They let us stay, but with no electricity. Our gas furnace keeps us warm enough, but with no thermostat in the Renault RV, it was difficult to maintain the right temperature. We were right on the Mosel River, and in the morning it was very foggy. As we left, we climbed far more than we had expected, to get over these hills. Sometimes bright sun, sometimes heavy fog.

We stopped at the Cathedral in Worms, then to a campsite just across the Rhine River bridge from Worms. Near the city center, the Luther monument is a set of twelve larger-than-life-size bronze statues of Martin Luther and other religious figures involved with the Reformation. One year Cousin Toni was with us (not in the campsite, just for a visit to Worms), and Emmy and Toni went shopping. They bought a pair of shoes for Emmy, and Toni treated Emmy to a Taco Salad at Wendy’s. We didn’t say everything in Worms was centuries old.

As we neared Frankfurt, we continued south, past the airport to a campsite at Morfelden, we had visited another year. At about 11:00 PM the electricity went off. I went out in the dark and the rain with a flashlight and could see the fuse was not blown, but we had no electricity the rest of the night. The next morning I discovered we were plugged into a coin-operated electric meter, and it had run out of money at 11:00 PM. Near the Frankfurt Airport, stands a DC-3 airplane once used in the Berlin airlift. Here, and at Tempelhof Airfield in Berlin, are the two ends of the “Airbridge,” a memorial to the Berlin Airlift that fed the Berliners in 1948 and 1949.

At a store in Jena, we met a man and wife who invited us to spend the night in their driveway. We followed all the directions, but try as we might, never found their home. We asked people where to find them, but they were no help at all. We drove to a campsite near Naumburg a few miles further.