Let me begin by telling you a bit about myself.
I fancy myself to be a pretty good writer.
I am a perfectionist and a romantic, especially when it comes to writing.
I am additionally quite verbose, if you haven’t noticed.
Until less than 12 hours ago, I didn’t have Internet in my room yet. (Sidenote: BUT I DO NOW!! Praise the Lord!)
I rarely save documents on my computer.
You may be wondering what these things have in common. It doesn’t seem like they fit together, but believe you me, they do.
See, I went on a grand Schwarzwald adventure last weekend, and I wanted to write an awesome post telling you about my experience and what I did and what I learned. So I did!
It was awesome, trust me. I interspersed pictures throughout, told you about my day on Sunday (which, in case you were wondering, included a museum with cuckoo clocks and regional art, a 10-km hike with one of the most beautiful views of my life, and a pretty church), connected some past life experiences to my Schwarzwald story, and then wrapped the whole thing up with a grand realization I made about Divine Providence. I was really proud of it. I couldn’t wait to post it, but I had to, because, you see, the Internet company has taken forever to get me connected.
As I told you, I rarely save documents on my computer, and if you have ever borrowed my computer and been horrified at how many windows I keep open at once, you can imagine that it gets a little overwhelming and confusing. This is the part of the story where tragedy strikes. Between the completion of the brilliant post and my next Internet trip to McDonalds, my computer decided to shut itself down. And delete my beautiful writing.
Undeterred, I sat down again and reproduced my original post, rather accurately, from memory.
And then my computer died again.
And so I gave up.
So instead, here are some pictures from my day on Sunday. First, I took a train and a bus to St. Märgen, a small provincial town built around and named after this monastery.
The monastery is now partially a museum. They have lots of cuckoo clocks there, because the cuckoo clock is native to this area of the Schwarzwald. Here’s one.
After I got bored of looking at cuckoo clocks, I headed out on the Panoramaweg, a trail through the forest and the hills.
The view was spectacular.
There were a couple little chapels along the way. They were pretty neat.
There were also a lot of passive-aggressive trail signs. Very funny, German sign writers.
I determined that all forests, no matter where in the world they are, smell the same. And, to some extent, look the same.
The Panoramaweg led me to St. Peter, another small monastery town. The inside of the church was beautiful!
It was nice to have a chance to sit down after all that hiking.
So there you go, friends. I apologize for the lack of deep thoughts, amusing childhood anecdotes, and romantic language. But really, if you use your imagination, this is almost as good.
Random fact of the day: iTunes rounds up when determining song lengths! Who knew? Now you do!