Spreewald
 I
had first read about the Spreewald from one of my many German guidebooks.
Looking for new places to visit this seemed like an interesting place. Not
a lot is known about this area by most western tourists but it is a very
popular place for Berliners to visit on the weekend. Coming from Durnstein
along the Danube we would drive through the former East Germany along the
Czech Border. Having visited the Mosel, Rhine and Danube rivers we were
now headed to another important river in Germany, the Spree.
 What
makes the Spree area so interesting is not the river itself but the Wald
or forest that contains it. A United Nations protected area it contains
many canals which have been inhabited by a Slavic people know as Sorbs.
Rather than using automobiles these people resort to boats or punts as
they are called to go about their daily lives. If you can imagine the
canals of Venice but transported to a forest the Spreewald is a magical
place. Locks are used to navigate the different elevations. Boat rides are
the order of the day either in special punts similar to gondolas or in
canoes and kayaks. Daytrips from Berlin as well as camping are very
popular.
We
were lucky enough to visit this beautiful area during their annual
festival which brought people in from throughout the surrounding area. Besides the canals
Spreewald is also famous for its gurke or pickles.
My wife said that the pickles were very good. I'll have to take her word
for it. At the festival which is somewhat similar to our Garlic Festival
that we have in California but in a much prettier locale there was all manner of the green vegetable available
including pickle soup, pickle ice cream in
addition to the normal German fare of beer and sausage. There was a band,
contests, people dressed in traditional costumes
and a small parade of boats. In the evening we
were treated to a fireworks display which brought a lovely ending to a
wonderful weekend.
Dinkelsbuhl
A small city along the
Germany's famous Romantic Road Dinkelsbuhl plays host to the
Kinderzeche.
While not as famous as her neighbor Rothenburg some prefer it for its
smaller crowds. If you were looking for smaller crowds though this weekend
was not the time to visit as it was festival time.
The Thirty-Years War serves
as the historical background for the unique pageant
"Kinderzeche". In the spring of 1632 the Swedish colonel
Sperreuth besieged the town for weeks. The misery of the predominantly
Protestant population grew and all seemed lost as it is presented to
modern guests in their re-enacted pageant before the main children's
parade.
 The Catholic town-council of the Imperial City led by its three mayors
realized the futility of any resistance. Urged by the citizens some councilors
wanted to give in and surrender the town unconditionally to the Swedes. Others wanted to remain true to the Emperor and the Catholic
Church. As the town-council had finally reached the decision of an unconditional surrender, the
watchman's daughter Kinderlore appeared singing with a crowd of children and confronted the enemy. His own recent grief over the loss of his young
son made the colonel feel lenient and he didn't ransack the town. As it turned out the children had rescued the
town's inhabitants from certain death.
On
both Sundays of the Kinderzeche, always after the second aftermath of the
play, there is a historical parade starting at the Old Council Hall. More
than a thousand citizens in period costumes participate. On Monday the
pupils of all the schools join the parade. Tuesday, however, is children's
day. Pupils and the children's group in historical costumes dominate the
parade entirely. On the parade they are accompanied by local marching
bands. This weekend was our first weekend in Europe during our
recent trip. It started our road to Austria and our wedding that was to
take place later that month. When I look back on that time it seems to
have gone by all too fast. I wish that I could have kept it in my hands
longer. For most people there comes a time in one's vacation when they
long to return home. For me it seems that my vacation is my home and I
wait the days in between.
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