After 10 nights and 11 days in Germany, it occurred to me and Bryan that we had yet to see even the most meager example of perhaps Germany's most endearing export. Yes, I am indeed referring to lederhosen -- those knee-length traditional togs that evoke visions of raucous dancing, Oktoberfest, and silly Chevy Chase sequels from many moons ago. Much like our quest to find the elusive Australian kangaroo, we felt that our visit here would not be complete until at least one sighting was captured for posterity.Having arrived in the insanely charming Alpine town of Mittenwald on the morning of Sunday, September 10, Bryan and I set out on foot with one goal in mind. Here is what we found.
Bryan steps out on to our Pension Bavaria porch, taking in the mountain air and thinking about the day's goals.
... 9:30 a.m. ...
We head downstairs to indulge in our usual German breakfast of egg, salami, and cheese.
... 10:00 a.m. ...
Our bellies full and determination fortified, we set out for the Mittenwald tourist information center.
... 10:15 a.m. ...
Having been pointed in the Sunday outdoor market, we wind our way through the stalls and soon spot our very first lederhosen! Success! The wearer is shopping for Swatches.
... 10:16 a.m. ...
Hanging back discreetly but trying not to lose our lederhosen, we follow quietly and wonder: Where is this man headed, dressed in full?
... 10:20 a.m. ...
We soon begin to see lederhosen everywhere at the market -- in pairs, with women, even father/son lederhosen. Bryan stops at a stall only to learn that lederhosen doesn't come cheap.
... 11:00 a.m. ...
Having bought an array of picnic supplies, we decide to leave the market and see if we can find the source of Mittenwald's seemingly steady stream of lederhosen. We head slightly north of town, down a winding country road.
... 11:25 a.m. ...
EUREKA! Where else would we want to be on a sunny Sunday afternoon than at a sheep-judging contest, surrounded by lederhosen as well as beer, meat, and fair maidens?! Here, we spot lederhosen at the tap, little junior lederhosen, and accordion-playing lederhosen. Bliss.
... 1:00 p.m. ...
Fully satisfied and ready to put this search in the books, Bryan and I head back up the hill, the morning's memories fresh, joyful, and aplenty. Auf Wiedersehen, lederhosen!
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