It’s all running together now, the bergs, burgs, and heims. Get off the boat, look at how high the floods have gotten up to, view the cathedral and the ruins of the old castle. See where the Jews used to live except there is barely a trace, all either evicted or killed. I think I am getting traveled out. I’m also feeling a tightness in my chest and wonder if I am getting sick.
To keep track of where we are I take a picture of the label on the map.
Our tour guide shows us the sights of Wertheim.
We are only in Wertheim for a short time and are underway again in the afternoon on our way to Koblenz. There is a German tea time in the afternoon which we don’t go to. We are not pastry types. I struggle with the internet trying to write my posts. It is in and out all afternoon and finally gives up the ghost late in the afternoon for the rest of the trip. We are not happy about this.
We meet for drinks and watch a program about where else we can go on Viking. Sick of peanuts, we have brought along our bag of pretzels and chips. Peg and I dive in. Dinner is forgettable.
