Here's the key

to the awesome view and

to our room at this hotel in Fussen. We're just glad they had some rooms because we told them we were coming in July but we showed up a month early. Oops. We all thought the woman who ran the place was the German version of Grandma Townsend. She was small with short white hair and ran around doing all the work. She showed us which spot to park in, checked us in, showed us to our room and the next morning told us where to sit and then spread out the breakfast buffet. And she reminded us everytime we saw her that we were fortunate to have a room.

When you walk in the front door, the nice man offers a beer, although he didn't seem disturbed at being turned down repeatedly.

And then you walk down this hall and out of the building, across the parking lot and up three flights of stairs (no elevator) to the rooms with the dormer windows on the top left.

When, what do you know? The view out the window was of this castle, originally the summer home of the Bishop of Augsburg.

We walked up this nearby hill

to the castle courtyard where every architectural detail was merely painted on the flat surfaces.

These hooligans, that usually prefer not to be captured on film, were in rare form on this particular day.

Kunst, means art in German and they say it's subjective but I'm not really buying it.

Eric has spent the summer employed in the produce department of a local grocery store. I'm guessing he didn't learn these skills there.

We enjoyed staying here. The streets were so narrow, it felt like we could be driving on the sidewalk.

Another painter, making a living, another carpenter without a job.