Dad’s Village, at Dusk.

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May 6, 2014

My dad lives in a small Bavarian village about an hour outside of Munich. I usually don’t blog about it, even though it’s crazy adorable, because it’s also immensely sleepy and boring. The little hamlet shuts down after 6 or 7 pm on weekdays. And pretty much all day on weekends. And Mondays, too. It’s virtually closed whenever it rains, or if it’s chilly out, or when it’s too sunny to do anything. Also, on holidays dedicated to random saints you’ve never heard of (St. Klaus of Kartoffelsalat, St. Franz of Ausfahrts, and others*), which seem to happen every other day or so.

If someone could explain to me why St. Sigfried of Wochenender’s Day is celebrated on a Tuesday, that would be very helpful.

Also, the internet connection is very bad, so Rand has to work outside. Yes, his laptop is balanced on a stump.

The point is, there isn’t very much to do. I doubt you’d find it all that interesting. But that’s kind of why we love it. Sometimes, when life is really overwhelming and crazy (and for Rand, it often is), there’s nothing better that being bored out of your skull, you know?

When we were there last month, Rand and I took an evening walk through town. Everything was already closed. It was just the two of us, some cows, and the village night owls who were still up at the late hour of 7:15pm.


House that’s around the corner from my dad’s. Later in the spring, the entire side of it will be covered in flowers.


I think this was an old stable. Not sure if it’s still used, but we did hear some noises coming from inside (no way we were investigating that).

The church on the hill, at the start of our walk …

And how it looked on our way back home.


It was so incredibly dull. And kind of perfect.


*I made all of these up.

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  • Chelsea

    I just started browsing your blog recently and I love it! I spent a large portion of my childhood living in a small Bavarian town about an hour outside of Munich very similar to the one in this post and this made me so homesick. Although I haven’t lived in Germany for 10 years now. Also saw your post about Garmisch, which I used to travel to as a kid all the time! Not having anything to do is less bothersome when you’re surrounded by so much beauty!

  • Dang it, the asterisk! I should have known Ausfahrts was too good to be true!

  • Absolutely adorable. These days, a little disconnecting is greatly appreciated. This sounds wonderful!

  • The dull boringness is one of the reasons we love living in our tiny rural German village.

  • Just got back from visiting my husband’s parents in Trier (another adorable but boring village – no, small city, apparently) that you should definitely visit) and I know exactly what you mean.

    Every evening after dinner (no sorry, Abendbrot: lots of bread with spreads, cheese slices, hams and sausages, and maybe an egg and a tomato or two) my husband and I do a “Runde”, which is basically a 15-minute walk around the old town center where his parents have their house.

    It is breathtakingly lovely and jaw-droppingly boring all at once, and serves to remind us, even if we have gushed about the vineyard-dotted scenery and the riesling wine and how damn NICE the people are in comparison to Berlin, that we never EVER want to live there.

  • Jen

    Geraldine, we readers love you and Rand and would probably just as happily read about your dental hygiene. So don’t for a moment think this village or post is boring!

    • Everywhereist

      Aww, this is too sweet! Thanks, Jen! Next up: a post about my dental hygiene!

      • Jen

        Umm..maybe don’t take me TOO literally! 😉

        • Kristina Cline

          I would read it.

  • Colleen

    Thanks for bringing back fun memories of visits to a friend’s house in a small village outside of Frankfurt. Trying to make sense of the signs and customs has always been one of the best parts of travel. I’ll bet the restaurants in your dad’s village also practice “Stammtisch” (the custom of reserving a special table for the regular patrons – and woe to the unwary visitor who DARES to sit there by mistake….). And then there was the huge sign at the gas station that wished everyone a “Gute Fahrt”. It certainly brought out the juvenile in all of us.

  • I don’t know about Bavaria, but in France random holidays are on Tues or Thurs so we can do the “bridge” (faire le pont) and take off the sandwiched Mon or Fri for a really long weekend. Vive les vacances!

    • The same goes for Spain–which seems like the king of holidays (or any excuse not to work, really). They have the exact same term, “puente” for bridge, meaning an extra-long weekend when a holiday lands on Tuesday or Thursday. It’s the best! ¡Viva la vacaciones! 😉

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