Das Fest was huge. They checked our bags and patted us down when we came through the gate. Apparently since there is no entry fee, they make their money by selling food and drink and don't allow people to bring in stuff. There was music at various stages on one side of the park and sports shows on the other. We watched some dirt bike racing, some skateboarding, and even some Parkour. It was way cool! We also tried some slack lining. There was an Indian food stand that had some really good Pakora and Navratan Korma; certainly not common festival food. We played at this park where there was a zip line set up. Unfortunately, to Skylar, there were no carnival games or rides, but it was pretty fun and decent way to spend the day.
There were these men's port-o-potty type things that were very strange. They covered just the business part and the rest was wide open, like if you took three of the walls (leaving the back wall) off the port-o-potty. There was a little picture of a penis in case you wondered what the heck the thing was for. I would have taken a picture, but at such a busy festival, they were always in use and well, I thought that might be weird.
Diana came and picked us up in her son's car from the festival and took us to her house. We met her daughter-in-law and her adorable grandson, Leonard. Then we met her other son and his wife and their daughter, Ellie (not her name, but is what Diana calls her). Diana plays this instrument that kind of looks like a square harp on it's side and sounds almost futuristic. I've never seen anything like it. We hung out in her yard for a while and admired her fruit trees; one of which was a peach tree until it became sick and she trimmed it so short that it became a plumb tree... wha?? Then we had a nice summer dinner outside and she took us to the train station. We pulled up just as the train did and jumped in just in time.
This is a different type of train than we normally take and I wasn't familiar with it. I was reading and Skylar was sleeping when a man suddenly told me that we arrived at the last stop and had to get off the train. I didn't know where we were or what to do and started to panic. Luckily we crossed the tracks in front of the other train that was headed in the opposite direction back to Heilbronn, so we got on that and paid close attention to the stops. I had enough of the public transportation so we walked home.
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