Villingen-Schwenningen

Last Friday Erik and I cruised out to Villingen-Schwenningen, specifically Schwenningen. There's a business school there that we checked out for next semester, whether or not it would be a viable choice. The town is quite small and looks boring. Nevertheless we humored the idea of attending when we met with the advisors for international students.

When the formalities ended we wandered around the town and found ourselves in a small, hole-in-the-wall bar. We were provided with beer, t.v. that aired wipeouts and other entertaining things, and a German  conversation with a middle-aged man from ex-Yugoslavia. Once the beer was consumed we decided that time was of the essence and headed out.

Next stop, doner kepab, mmmmm. We had purchased a Baden-Wurtemburg ticket earlier in the day, allowing us to travel anywhere within the state for a period of 24 hours. Time to travel, we thought, and Baden-Baden was our destination. Arriving there after sundown, we took a bus to Caracalla, an indoor/outdoor hotspring. It was a good time. There were spa/pool areas inside, very warm. Also a sauna. Outside even more water, an outside spa/pool area. In different areas of the compound there were waterfall like things that emitted strong, flowing water. Taking advantage of this luxury, we stood under the falling water and it massaged our bodies.

Skin completely pruned and two hours later, we headed back towards the bus stop, making a quick detour to McDonalds for an inexpensive meal. In a food coma, we headed back to the train station by bus. Erik and I are really good at sucking at public transportation and timing. When we got the the train station the next bus wasn't until and hour and a half later, 12:30am. So we waited, and waited some more.

During our time at the train station, the sewer rats of Germany showed there faces, drunk and destroyed buy who know what kinds of drugs. I guess that time of the night provides a breeding ground for such things. So from 12:30-7am we traveled by train and waited at train stations. At the Stuttgart station we hung out at a coffee shop that was open and yet another mentally disturbed person transfefred his disturbance to society.

Finally the time came that we arrived in Tubingen, around 6:40am. The sun was rising, a new day dawning. Sleep seemed like an awkward activity to entertain, nevertheless I entertained it and slept for days.

By the way, I ended up choosing to go to the school in Schwenningen. That chapter starts in mid-March.