not all who wander are lost

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!)

and

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.

"Sacred Heart of Jesus, have mercy on us and grant us peace."

There were also a lot of passive-aggressive trail signs. Very funny, German sign writers.

"Man is good and the world is beautiful on holiday in the hills of the Black Forest. Don't forget to praise God for them and to throw away your trash!"

I determined that all forests, no matter where in the world they are, smell the same. And, to some extent, look the same.

This tree, specifically, reminded me of good ol' Big Sandy... activity trees, anyone? #Pinesonthemind

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.

The kneelers were PADDED. Take note, other churches of Europe.

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!

7 thoughts on “not all who wander are lost

  1. Hahaha you and your one million screens up on your Mac! The pics are awesome! I always loved sitting down in the church that we just hiked to in europe and thinking/praying. It’s awesome.

  2. Haha no wonder you always have so many windows open.
    Quite a shot to the heart, or maybe just your hands.
    I love the pictures! especially the one of the sign in the black forest. (did you and Bailey go to europe together?)

    With your comment on the kneelers that most kneelers in europe aren’t padded? And it seems like you might have a liking to twitter with your hashtag(about the pines), but i imagine twitter wouldn’t be the easiest in europe now without a nice phone/internet.

    • Haha no Bailey didn’t come here with me, but her family was in Europe for a little 2 summers ago! And no!! They are all just wooden boards! It’s so painful!!! And hahaha I just like hashtags, I think they’re funny. I will never get a twitter 🙂 Ps you and your multitude of comments make me laugh

  3. Haha no wonder you always have so many windows open.
    Quite a shot to the heart, or maybe just your hands.
    I love the pictures! especially the one of the sign in the black forest. (did you and Bailey go to europe together?)

    With your comment on the kneelers that most kneelers in europe aren’t padded? And it seems like you might have a liking to twitter with your hashtag(about the pines), but i imagine twitter wouldn’t be the easiest in europe now without a nice phone/internet.

    Ahh wordpress fail. definitely not done fiddling around with that wordpress.. though i can’t mess with the css stuff without paying for it sadly…

  4. This is so awesome. Nuff said.

    And that totally happened to me once…I tried to write the same massive email twice and the computer I was using randomly died on me. Yeah, it sucks.

    Also also, I can’t wait to traipse about Europe with you. 53 days!!!

  5. I have walked the black forest starting in Triberg..I was looking for a picture of a pear tree in st margen and you had it with your other great pictures. what great memories i have as i approach 81…..many adventures is this area.My advise is to travel often while you can, as time and circumstances will corral you as you get older. not–Im going again to baden baden rmullenb@aol.com

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