This afternoon the family spent the afternoon at the Dürkheimer Wurstmarkt in Bad Dürkheim, about 20 minutes away. Bad Dürkeim (besides having a name you can’t help repeat) is another picturesque town on the Weinstraße. The Wurstmarkt is a festival comes every year for the last 570 years seems like its one of the more well attended events in the area. It was a carnival like atmosphere reminiscent of the Iowa State Fair (less Twinkies, more Wurst, same amount of beer).
First order of business was to get some carnival food, so we stopped off and order up 3 plates of Wurst and fries. Bad Chäse took a couple of bites of the fries and said, “These fries taste funny. They taste like potatoes.” Yeah, that says something about food in the US.
Next stop was the Ferris wheel where Bad Cämden screamed bloody murder on the platform, so Bad Melissä had to pick him up and force him into the Gondola…but predictably exactly ten seconds into the ride he realized he liked it. Later Bad Änna tried her hand at the Hammer Swing carnival game (Life lesson learned: Carnival games are deceptively hard). Bad Kiersten and Bad Jäzzlyn did well and seemed occupied just taking everything in.
Bad Dürkheim also has a really cool castle and some other sights to take in, but we saved those for another day. Also, Melissa found these pictures of Bad Dürkheim after the war. A few photos of the rest of the day are here.