Using the DB Navigator App, we purchase tickets on a EuroCity train south to the lakeside resort of Prien am Chiemsee. Prien seems like stepping into a picturesque postcard with beautiful lake views with the Bavarian Alps as a backdrop. It’s not just scenery, though. Prien offers a perfect blend of nature and history in a relatively peaceful setting.
Within less than an hour, we arrive at the Prien train station. From the station, it seems the narrow-gauge, steam-powered train isn’t chugging today, so we board Bus 481 for the mile ride to the Prien/Stock Harbor. From there, we walk the short distance to our lodgings at the Garden-Hotel Reinhart.
After the huge crowds in Paris last month, I hesitate to hope for a better outcome for Munich. Lots and lots of people are traveling, flights are full, popular destinations crowded. Good decision made: “Let Martha do it !”
I face the epic dilemma of an experienced global traveler: Option one, revisit those spots from years ago, where I’ve likely forgotten everything except the name of that one museum or art gallery. Ah, nostalgia! Option two, the adventurous quest for the new and obscure in the hopes of discovering the world’s best brewery in a back alley. Or, option three, just be incredibly happy to escape the chaos of America by sipping a cold brew in Any-Platz Germany, where chaos probably means the beer joint ran out of pretzels.
I take liberties with Crosby, Stills & Nash. Instead of “Take the train from Casablanca going south,” I leave Marrakech upon the highways going North to Casablanca. It nears the end of my Moroccan tour and we leave the city of Marrakech in our rearview mirrors.
Crosby Stills & Nash spoke of “saving all my money Just to take you there.” They sing of “Blowing smoke rings” and the “Striped djellabas” of Marrakech. They also spelled it Marrakesh but I’ll let that go. Any way you spell this city, it means adventure, history, and fun.
We close the door on our comfortable stay at Dar al Hossoun in Taroudant. Leaving the cats and peacock behind, we continue our progress westward.
For the past few months, I have followed an online Moroccan travel group in order to gather tips about travel within Morocco. Consistently, I see the same towns or regions mentioned: Essaouira is one.
I most often note reasons for their visits include spas, medina, and beach. I’m hoping there are other reasons to attract visitors.
Note: Spellcheck insists in correcting my spelling for this city. I struggle to convince that unknown entity to leave my spelling alone. I am constantly correcting spell-check. Essaouira suffers from this schizophrenic confusion. Forgive me if I haven’t caught all the erroneous spellcheck errors.
