If you look closely, you can make out the Zugspitze, Germany’s highest peak, in the distance.
Yesterday I dragged the Beau out to do something really spießig: to take the Ammersee Ferry from Stegen to Herrsching for lunch. We’d planned to go on Wednesday but the weather was rotten, so our only alternative was to go on Thursday. This proved to be less than ideal — although the day was beautiful, it was a holiday in Bavaria, and not just any holiday! In Germany, the church holiday of Christi Himmelfahrt (Ascension) is traditionally observed as Father’s Day — or rather, “Men’s Day”. Yes, I know what you’re thinking, every day is Men’s Day, but I am not making this up.
So, while the boats and the Biergartens held plenty of families on outings, what we really noticed were groups of men, both young and old, with coolers or backpacks full of alcohol. The Beau says it’s the one day in the year that they are “allowed” to hang out and drink. He adds that he somehow didn’t get the gene for that, for which I am very grateful.