Hi there!

Thanks for stopping by today.

Mum and I have had another great day in Baden Baden, and it isn’t over yet!

Today was grocery shopping day. You see, the main reason we make this annual expedition to the Fatherland, is so that Mum (and I!) can buy all the German Wurst and Speck and fabulous food that you can’t get in England. Don’t get me wrong! We scoured most of the Lidls in the Southeast corner before we came, because they do sell a lot of the German things we like, but Sauerkraut (pickled cabbage), Rotkohl (red cabbage) and Dominosteine (a gingerbread speciality) just haven’t made it across the water yet…Sounds pretty rank doesn’t it, all that cabbage, but it’s beautiful. And SOGOODFORYOU!

So this morning we set off and quickly found Wagener, the perfect super market just 10 minutes walk from the hotel. It was a bit weird, only because it was on the second floor of a department store, but who cares?! 

Just look at the bakery! Trouble is, I always end up getting carried away, and today was no exception.

So we’ve got enough red cabbage to feed an army and enough Sauerkraut to put the enemy out of action for at least a fortnight!

I can never go to a German supermarket without getting whipped up into some sort of chocolate, coffee, Lebkuchen, Wurst frenzy…

As we went through the checkout, it suddenly occurred to me that I had to carry this lot back to the hotel. And Glass Jars of cabbage weigh heavy…

We each had a shopping trolly, so decided to at least get the the ground floor of the store. 

Elevator down then.

So we trundled through to the front door, through the posh clothes area with our food carts, and Mum suddenly said, “let’s keep going. We can’t carry this lot!”

“We can’t do that!” I said. 

“We’re doing it!” she laughed and shot through the exit. So there we were in the Baden Baden pedestrian precinct, trundling over the cobbles with not one but two trolleys, headed for the hotel! Over the Zebra crossing, through the lights. Past a very oooh la la gallery. Oh boy, did we get some looks!! 

If people were only half as concerned about flashers in saunas as they were about us two with our trollies, but it obviously wasn’t the done thing! People were staring at us as if we’d nicked the crown jewels, but we kept on trundling along, smiling.

By the time we got to the revolving doors of the hotel, we were having so much fun, and nobody had tapped us on the shoulder and dragged us back either, so we flung caution to the wind and trundled straight into the foyer and to the lifts. 

Here we are taking our stash to our room on the fourth floor. Seemed only logical by this stage!

“Quick,” I said “get in the room, and shut the door, before anyone spots us!” 

We laughed till we cried, with our two shopping carts in the room at the Radisson.

Plan B. Repack the stash and get it down to the underground carpark…..

Spot the French basket – that’s my stab at trying to lead a normal life!

Right. Check to see if the coast is clear, and then quickly pile back into the lift, down to the cellar.

Mission accomplished. And we wheeled the lot all the way. Didn’t have to lift a damned thing! 

And look! More good news! The boot is still half empty! Yay!!! Be worried Dave, very worried…..

And there’s Mum off to get her Euro back for her trolley, with me as rear gunner!

Back through town with the empty carts. Saw plenty of people struggling along with their Wagener bags, and we just skipped along all cocky like….

There you go. Trollies both back safe and sound.

And we even had 2 Euros left for a coffee!

So now we are off to the Christmas Market again. It is beautiful! 

I shall take my IPad and share with you tomorrow. 

I was thinking about another session in the sauna. Do you think they would wonder if I wore my sunglasses?

Lots of love

Barb xxx