This borrowed image shows the neighbouring village of Traustsmannshofen (trouts – mans – horff – en).

It is about three times the size of where we are staying. And, it has a Gasthaus.

We headed up to the village to see if the Gasthaus Schraml was open for business. And it was. Besides the bar owner, there were nine locals at a table catching up over a few drinks – beer, wine and soda and schnapps.

No one there could speak any English, as I had thought, and that made the evening all the more fun.

We successfully ordered a Weissbier (wheat beer) for Mick – it has been the only German beer he has enjoyed, and I asked for a glass of dry red wine. It came in a glass with a handle.

I asked if we could wait about half an hour before we ordered. And was understood.

When we were first in Germany five years ago, we noticed how each drink you bought was tallied on a coaster until you were ready to pay. This happened here too.

Each squiggle represents a drink. Let’s just say I contributed to two of those squiggles.

Oh, and one more. They were only €2 each.

The German red wine we drank had heaps of sediment.

Dinner was very nice and everything was very cheap. The whole evening cost us €40 which included a good tip.

It wasn’t until we asked to settle the account that a woman about our age emerged from the kitchen. She could speak English as well as I could speak German. She thought it was hilarious that we were spending two weeks in Eispertshofen.

We plan on going back a few more times before we leave, even if it’s just to get a few more squiggly-marked coasters. 🍷