Mother Goose remembers Villingen

Been spending the past couple of weeks in Europe. First stop was a beautiful little town of Villingen, on the edge of the Black Forest in Germany. A beautiful little medieval town, I was amazed that it showed relatively little damage from the wars it has experienced.

Mother Goose being who she is, I leapt at the chance to explore the little town in any spare time that I did have. Cobbled streets and tiny little stores, you start to develop an appreciation for the usual faces you meet along the way, when you are on a search for things like... headache tablets, bottled water and something yummy for lunch.

My personal favourite was the slightly balding chap I met at the coffee house around the corner from the hotel. Very eager to practice his (non-existent) English, he always understood my order a 1-scooped-Nutella in when the time came.

On the weekends, we had the chance to visit some of the tourist attractions in the area - which naturally included many many cuckoo clock shops (we thought we'd hit the jackpot when we found our first one... little did we know that this was the start of the Cuckoo Clock mile... where these shops came hard and fast - and eventually had us not even noticing them anymore). Sigh... tourist trap 1, Mother Goose 0.

Rain and cold had us wrapped up for most of the time, but when we needed a little bit of home, we made our way to our favourite little pub, a couple of streets away from our Hotel. The locals at the pub, who didnt speak a word of English, invited these two foreigners into their coccoon as if we were lifelong friends. To the point that when we had finished our final dinner in Germany, we were sent on our way with hugs and kisses - had Mother Goose quite teary eyed.

But please... dont tell anyone.

FYI: Mother Goose works for MiX Telematics and is currently sharing her expertise in Europe.