In the tiny village of Oberslingen I asked Ralf (pictured in the blue sweater, bottom right), who was purchasing cigarrettes from the street vending machine near the fork in the highway, if the road I was on led to Zierenberg. He himself was visiting from Stuttgart, but told me that the people he was visiting would know. Next thing I knew, I was drinking Hefeweizen and downing delicious dumplings and sauerkraut with the generous and hospitable folks in the house pictured above. They were in the process of doing a complete renovation of the place when I arrived. Ralf was very gregarious, and would refill my glass anytime it was running a bit low, and had lots of interesting and funny things to say. David, the blond kid, was in his first year of school and already writing. Everyone was supernice and thought my trip was a little crazy. I peddled away feeling great, the sun was out and sparkling, and a brave new world awaited me. (9/23/04)

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Hospitality in Oberslingen, Germany