Today, We Went to France.

Freiburg is very, very close to France. It only took us about an hour or so to get there--as if I were driving to Richmond. So, it's not too strange that we woke up on Saturday and said, "so...feel like going to France today?" Three hours later, we went to Colmar.

I guess the biggest motivation was the cheese. I've eaten some pretty good cheese since I've gotten here, but you don't just sit at home and eat Roquefort. You just can't beat sitting in a Brasserie, eating a cheese plate with baguettes and Bordeaux. My favorite was probably the Munster--the Alsace specialty.

Like Germany, there are bakeries everywhere. I'm still baffled as to how Europeans are thinner than we are. I guess it's because you have to walk around the city all day to find a place that will accept your Pfands (money you get back for recycled bottles). Or, as happened in Colmar, you search up and down for a place that serves bread and cheese. After an hour, we started to get cranky and were silent, only grunting to show approval or disapproval of a potential eatery.

One shoe store and creepy French guy later, we found a place and were able to cheese out to our hearts' content for the petit price of 7 euro.

Getting hungry.

Happily imagining future cheese consumption.

Alsacian France is like Germany, if you replace colors with off-white

and give the umlaut some friends.

So this is where all the heads went...

Pigs are our friends. Until you want some pieds de porc panes.

Colmar is home to Bertholdi, the man behind such inspirational statues as the Statue of Liberty. This statue inspires me to take off my pants.