And to Think It All Began at a Little Sausage Stand

Monday, July 2 – Day 35 (Regensburg)

We left Salzburg early to catch a train to Muenchen (Munich) for our connection to Regensberg. A beautifully preserved town on the banks of the Danube River, Rich’s mom, Christa, grew up in Regensberg, and for a brief time, Roger, Rich’s dad called it home, too. We decided we had to see the city where their romance began over 50 years ago!

From the main train station (shown here)… it’s a 10 minute walk up Maximillianstrasse to the town centre. Unfortunately for us, it was a very wet walk, too. From most any vantage point in the town, you can ee the twin spires of the Gothic Dom St. Peter (St. Peter’s Cathedral). Built during the 14th and 15th centuries, it is an impressive sight…
Christa and Roger highly recommended we find the Historische Wurstkuchl (Historic Sausage Kitchen). A centuries old Regensberg tradition, they have fond memories of their meals at the “old wurst stand.” Without a good map and in the midst of the rain that continued to pour down on us, we couldn’t find the place. So we decided to head to the tourist office which is housed inside of the Altes Rathaus (Old Town Hall)… With a little help from our friends there, we finally made it down to the Wurstkuchl. The tourist office directed us to the Steinerne Brüke (Old Stone Bridge) and assured us our noses could lead us from there. They were right! In a little house beside the Danube, the same family has been cooking up the tasty local sausages since at least the early 19th century…
The tables beside the river look out on the Steinerne Brüke. Completed some time between 1135 and 1146 AD, in its day the bridge was celebrated as the eighth wonder of the world…
As the rain passed, and the sky cleared, we had just enough time to walk across the bridge and back before saying, “goodbye,” to the town where it all began for Christa and Roger…

From Regensberg, we caught a train back to Muenchen and on to Füssen, Germany. Very near the Austrian border and the foothills of the Alps, Füssen was the closest train station to Gusthof zum Schluxen. The innkeeper’s father met us at the station and whisked us away to the Austrian village of Pinswang and the working farm where we would rest our heads for the next two nights.

Here you can see the incredible view from our balcony of the mountains and the open fields…