The breakfast buffet at Ibis Dijon Clemenceau was either exceptionally good, or we were just exceptionally grateful to have a breakfast that was actually edible after our experience in Lucerne. Now that we were in France, my indulgence of choice switched from cappuccinos to croissants. I know croissants have become a French cliche at this point, but these were honestly the best croissants I’ve ever eaten. With some fresh butter and apricot jam, I could live off of eating these things! Heavenly.
It was a great start to the day, and it was about to get better. A four-hour bus ride was the only thing between us and Paris!
I’m not a person that typically eats breakfast, but on a tour like this when your day starts around 6 am and you won’t be eating lunch for another 6-7 hours, you learn pretty quickly to always take advantage of free breakfasts! I haven’t mentioned our breakfasts much in my previous posts because they were all fine — typical European breakfasts with coffee, pastries, meat, fruit, cheese, and sometimes even hot sausages and eggs.
One of the interesting things about Europe, in general, is how blasé everyone around has become to the history surrounding them. This struck me to a lesser degree in Venice, but, coming to Verona, it hit me pretty hard. We passed the Verona Arena, an amphitheater that has been around for 2,000 years, but, you know… no biggie.
Venice. This was the place I was most excited to visit, you know, before it’s all forever underwater. I was so excited about it that I was scared to go and find out it wasn’t everything I expected to be.
After a filling breakfast buffet in Boppard, Germany at the same place we had dinner the night before, we were off to Ulm, Germany for lunch. I had not even heard of Ulm before we got here, so it was fun to visit a place I had no preconceived notions about, and I was surprised when we were sitting down in the main square for lunch at how it felt like I could have easily been in a historic city in the US if it weren’t for all of the people speaking German around me.
We grabbed lunch at a little place called Pano, where I learned that ‘brat’ just means “sandwich’, and does not necessarily mean that there will be meat on that sandwich. Apparently, I neglected to ask for the ‘wurst’, because I ordered the first brat I saw on the menu and it was just cheese, tomato, and pesto. To my surprise though, it was incredibly delicious, and I was happy I accidentally ordered it.