A holiday Into Germany

So after a long drive, we spent he best part of 10 hours on the road, we arrived at our site just outside Lindau in southern Germany. A quick look across the lake and I am told you can see Switzerland to the south, and Austria along the lake to the east. The site to my disappointment is set back to the lake in fact there are few places where there is direct (and free) access to the lake.

There are so many people here, it is organised, a small town, where all but the most private is to all intents and purposes carried out in public. I had my breakfast sitting outside, watching the world go by and then took the dishes to the shower block to wash up. This is normal, everyone does it so I am not unusual, it does seem the majority of washer uppers are men.

In all the camps we go to there has been a sense of calm, we are safe here, there is little if anything to hide or I suppose to protect. The camp is a place of adventure for children under 10 maybe 12. The most dangerous thing being the boys (and some girls) belting around on bikes with no regard. Coming around corners at high speed just missing the on-coming adult / even smaller child/ car. I remember when it was me I knew exactly what I was doing, I did not hit anyone I was too good.

Here my family especially my children can wander around and are safe a through back to those lauded golden ages when people could wander around popping into each others houses which never were locked and the tea flowed. Well this is the closest my children will ever get to that state of grace, my sublimely indifferent Daughters choose to stay, sprawled on their beds with their DS’s in hand dreaming of Blue hedgehogs.

The site itself is somewhere between a very large village and a small town in terms of the number of people there, there was a central shops with a couple of restaurants one Austrian themed the other Italian the semi ubiquitous pizza. They did good Pizza, but what they also did my wife saw on our first visit was spaghetti eis. It dragged her back to her youth in Hamburg, frequenting ice cream parlours with her friends. She stuck to the story. How to describe this dish, well I think the aim was to create Spag. Bol. in ice cream imagine if you will the spaghetti made from vanilla ice cream forced through a colander to create the spaghetti, covered in a strawberry/raspberry sauce with white chocolate as your parmazan. This was an immediate hit with my children and whenever we went out subsequently the menu was scoured for the delicacy.