Weekend In Bavaria

Friday, around noon, we left for a weekend in Bavaria. Upper Bavaria, to be exact, which to me is the most picturesque part. Being there, feels like living in a gigantic, kitschy - in the best way - postcard.

You can't help but put on your walking boots, pack a rucksack with sandwiches and water and start walking...

...you will encounter little streams and big ones like the "Isar"...

...you will pass Bavarian "Gasthaeuser", like the "Altwirt" in Wackersberg, where you have to try the local food...

...you will see perfectly maintained gardens with flowers and trees in bloom...

...of course you will stop every so often to pet the farm animals, all of whom look healthy and happy...

...you will pass the most charming Bavarian houses...

...till you come upon a little wooden ice cream sign....

...which you will follow...

You will arrive at the the Beindlhof - Farm where the farmer's wife makes the most delicious -really, the most, most, most delicious - ice cream, you have ever tried.

You just have to enter the little cabin, pick a bowl of ice cream and leave money in a money box. "We trust you" says a little handwritten note above it.

Then you will eat whatever ice cream you have picked, right outside the little cabin and will probably turn right around and get a second and third one. You might try the walnut or haselnut creation. Or the "beer ice cream", like husband did. The apple/cinnamon sorbet was fantastic but so was the vanilla/whip cream/baileys. The chocolate ice cream was out of this world and so was the raspberry.

...next time I will try the plum/red wine combination or the strawberry/lavendar or the buttermilk/blueberry.

The cream for the ice cream comes from the 20 cows that graze next to the farm and so do most of the other ingredients.

The only way to get to the "Beindlhof" is by foot and since the ice cream is freshly made, you will never know beforehand which kind you will find in that freezer.

It is guaranteed though, that you will eat too much and have to rest at the next wooden bench along the way.