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<\/a><\/p>\nAt the base of the waterfall we popped into a Museum. It featured a turbine, Linotype machine with a letterpress and other old printing paraphernalia (very cool), a display on bell making, and a history barges.<\/p>\n
After we trucked over to the tourist info but there want anything there beyond the brochure we already had. Back to the “little Venice” and we decided on a lunch. Carmen heard the lunch call of the ‘sner so pilsner and ice cream it was. Despite Carmen acting like a two-year old (she couldn’t elevate herself to my exalted 3-year old level) we managed to order without being ejected.<\/p>\n As we wandered off we got into a huge argument about which was more interesting and enjoyable: the quack of Carmen’s ass or Carmen’s bum quack. I was all about the quack of her ass. I thought it showed more originality and class while Carmen tried to defend her bum quack on the basis of its steadiness and familiarity to other members of the family. In the end we decided to leave it to the individual.<\/p>\n First up was the Catholic church which had been destroyed and rebuilt multiple times, the last after a bombing in 1944. Incidentally the ancient bridge had also been destroyed in 1944. I understand the strategic reasons and mourn the necessity.<\/p>\n Across the river and up up up the hill was the Potestant [sic] Church. Much smaller but perched in the cliff side below the fortress. What I found most interesting about it was that it had proof that Jesus was an alien that gave brains to zombies. the stained glass told the story of an green alien Jesus that tried to befriend and convert the Zombies by passing out brains (which he had presumably transmogrified from loaves of bread).<\/p>\n In later panels the zombies rose up and converted Jesus to a Zombie Lord. Then the zombie hordes conquered the alien culture and rose up in flames and enslaved everyone. It was the most interesting series of stained glass windows I have ever seen. And a pretty liberal interpretation of the zombie Jesus myth…<\/p>\n The ruins of the Castle fortress were further up the hill and provided some awesome views of both sides of Saarburg. It has a huge hillside bisecting it with a tunnel running through. It had a tower extant so we slogged our way up the wonkiest stairs ever. They couldn’t make up their minds up if they were spiral, parallel, or just plain asinine. But the views were even better.<\/p>\n On the way down we tried to figure out what a dach was (besides something a dachshund would hunt) but somehow it turned into a long critique by Carmen of the all the various mice throughout history ending with the definitive conclusion that Minnie Mouse was so downright silly, she was fucking goofy. Can you spell g-r-o-a-n?<\/p>\n At which I was reminded of Leslie’s earlier Treatise on the relative relationship in the German dictionary of penis and penicillin. She also tried to point out their lack of prudence and about 7 other p-words that just kept getting dirtier and dirtier.<\/p>\n We decided it was wine-o’clock so we scooted down the hill to look for a Weingut. We ended up a t a lovely little shop that had 5 wines for 3 Euros and ended up leaving with 5 bottles among us. No, we are not pushovers… They are just good wines!<\/p>\n I commented that they dont believe in spitting out your wine here when tasting they were filling the glasses pretty damn full and i had at least 3 full glasses out of my 5 ‘tastes’. But following the theme of the day, my comment about a lack Of spitting turned into a remark that they believe in the swallow here in the Saar and the dirty-giggles echoed off the walls of the narrow streets… Sigh.<\/p>\n We decided to head back to the train, but a wine bar jumped out and called out names. So we stopped. Carmen decides to brave an auslese while Leslie and I went for some 3 glass tasters. I tried a Saar Pinot Noir and while it wasn’t up to Burgundy standards, I think it redeemed the French Pinots from Alsace. A mini panini with mozzarella and tomatoes and lots of black pepper added some spice to our wine and all in all I think there were some good choices made. Thankfully my pack was full so we didn’t buy any more.<\/p>\n Up and around and through the tunnel, we headed back to the train station. Just as I was about to turn north we noticed stairs going down. Turns out if when leaving the platform underground, if you turn towards the river you pop out right by the bridge. Huh.<\/p>\n A bit of fussing and we figured out the next train to Trier was in 17 minutes so Carmen and I chased each other around not touching while Leslie looked on in a drug and wine-addled haze reminiscent of senior patrician observing the plebes with mild amusement. Then the train came. So we boarded.<\/p>\n 20 minutes later we were back in Trier. Did I mention hat return tickets to a town 30 or so km away was 17 euro for all three of us? That’s less than 3 euro per person each way… I can’t get anywhere on Edmonton’s transit system on 3 bucks…<\/p>\n Back in Trier we head for the hotel in a straighter line than we used this morning (knowing where you are going is such a good thing) and popped into our rooms to freshen up. A quick shower later and we met Carmen in the street.<\/p>\n 4 doors down we decided on San Remo Pizzeria since Carmen could keep an eye on her room. It had been acting up lately and getting cheeky so she wanted to keep it on a short leash. Leslie broadened her horizons with a Pescatori pizza while I went for meat on meat with meat. Carmen had a cannelloni. But there was no can and no loni, so I don’t know what she was thinking.<\/p>\n The Pinot Grigio was Italian and the bruschetta delicious. The menu was an interesting cultural experience as it was in Italian with German translations. But since that’s a common device in Edmonton, we were pretty comfy in the Italian. I guess maybe there should be on our travel agenda…<\/p>\n I haven’t mentioned ankles today. That’s because ankles are pass\u00e9. Backs are the new ankles; and backs are awesome. Soft, flexible, stiff, springy, mucsley… Backs.<\/p>\n Anyway, a walk ensued and we checked back in to the hotel to sleep. Too tired to post pictures so maybe tomorrow.<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\nThe Alien Zombie Jesus Myth<\/h2>\n
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\nAlien Jesus feeds the zombies brains.<\/em><\/p>\n<\/a>
\nJesus tries to convert the zombies to his alien ways<\/em><\/p>\n<\/a>
\nThe zombies turn on Alien Jesus and convert him to a Zombie Lord<\/em><\/p>\n