Medieval Times

We spent the last two days of our Christmas road trip in Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany. It’s a perfectly preserved German town that dates back to the middle ages. We loved it, and despite it being the most touristy town we’ve visited so far, it’s still very much worth the trip.

It turns out I’d been there before about 36 years ago when I was a kid on vacation with my parents. I recognized it right away — it’s very unique, which I didn’t fully realize the first time I went. When I came the first time I was a few years younger than James Wilson, and I didn’t realize how unusual the town was. It escaped being destroyed, or even damaged throughout centuries plagued by multiple wars and contains a dizzying amount of history, but as a kid it was just another European city in a long and fraught family vacation while we lived in Spain. On that trip my dad left his wallet in one of the restaurant booths and we drove all the way to Munich before realizing it was gone and had to turn back and ended up sleeping in the parking lot until the restaurant opened.

I had just told James and JW that story a few days before we arrived, not realizing this was the town, but as soon as we drove through the old town gate I saw things that were unmistakably familiar. While many European towns are quaint or charming, there really aren’t many that are perfectly preserved fortresses from the middle ages. But it was all the Christmas stores that I remembered the most. The town looks exactly like the one where the the Burgermeister Meisterburger lived in the 70s claymation movie “Santa Claus is Comin’ to Town”.

To quote the Burgermeister Meisterburger, “Toys are hereby declared illegal, immoral, unlawful, and anyone with a toy in his possession will be placed under arrest and thrown in the dungeon”
It’s Christmas 365 days of the year here at the famed Christmas Museum
I recognized the nutcrackers, ornaments, pyramids that spin when you light candles, and the cuckoo clocks that I grew up with, all of which I remember my parents buying in the stores in this town when I was a kid.
We stayed in the Burg Hotel, which was so fun. James Wilson had his own room up in the Tower and he was so happy up there, left alone to his own devices (literally).
We took the Nightwatchman’s tour, which was highly entertaining and informative.
Getting down to German business with my pork tenderloin and spatzle in mushroom gravy dinner. My beer was one of several zero alcohol beer options available, and very satisfying.

By the end of our trip we were feeling pretty full, tired, sated, and ready to be home and we were missing Brian and the cat.

It’s good to be home in Amsterdam!

Brian’s very glad we are home