So just what does one do in the middle of absolutely nowhere, Germany? Embrace the medieval that is all around, obviously.
Perched on a hill a few kilometers away from Blankenheim is an open air museum that is made up of 65 historical buildings from the area that have all been moved from where they were left to decay to where they have now been restored. Basically, they’ve recreated a town from the end of the 15th Century for people to come and experience.
Of course….we got lost. Which is completely plausible considering we were going from one nowhere to another nowhere, and I’m sorry, but no matter how much GPS you believe in, it’s not so great with the nowheres.
Luckily, we happened upon a man in a digger and Val utilized her impeccable German-slash-descriptive words and actions to get us to the correct location.
Where we discovered after hoofing it up a small mountain that nearly rendered me dead that the 15th Century Rheinland knew how to build some really cool doors. None of the twenty-six different locations at which I have resided have had doors this cool.
There was also what I would like to fondly refer to as the death trap of a windmill that I’m still surprised didn’t accidentally kill me. I know a bit about physics, and I get that it’s well balanced and braced and all, but really now. Very tall structure with a very tiny “waist.” I feel it’s kinda like the Barbie effect. Just…upside down and in windmill.
But really, my main concern was where the sheep were. Love sheep. This guy roamed out into rain and let out some really pissed off “baa’s.” It was great.