one week in the mountains way out east

It did feel odd, strange, a different place. Maybe I am super sensitive with all the negative media (xenophobia, racism, the attacks on asylum seekers etc.) but this was not the Germany of my childhood. And not just geographically. Unfamiliar.
Very hot, too many detours and well, my father knows how to lecture. Incl. trick questions. I managed to not disappoint, rattled off names and dates of various emperors and battles, after all he sent me to the proper school. If only for this reason it seems. To regurgitate history lessons.
Some of it very pretty, mostly the doors and the gardens.