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refreshed since the war). mostly all grays or browns in color big and
square in shape (never wings or frills in shape or design). Most are large
enough that I suspect they are for more than one family (maybe one for each
floor) or at least several branches of one large family.

As we left Stuttgart we drove through more foothills and several
small villages. These are tight clusters of houses and shops surrounded by
farmlands (or vineyards) and dominated from the distance by the inevitable
church spire. We finally passed through Beutelsbach and wound our
way up the windy steep (but paved) road to the burg arriving at last at
about 3:45. We unloaded and helped the girls carry baggage in, had
afternoon tea (coffee cake, cheese cake, coffee) unpacked a little, ate dinner
(really unecessary after all the meals on the planes, which came closer
together because of the time changes - oh, we also had lunch between Brussels
and Stuttgart), finished unpacking and went to bed at 8:15, exhausted.
Slept for 11 hours too, very comfortably (except occasionally too hot)
under the federdecken.

Today we cashed travelers checks for an hour after breakfast (a man from a
bank in Stuttgart was here to do it for everyone) and then walked down the slightly
muddy footpath (very steep, many stone steps) into Beutelsbach. Went strolling
through the streets for awhile, stopping at the stationary store to test some
rudimentary German and buy some notebooks and a mirror. We walked
around some more, stopped to look into the old church for a minute (I'll
describe it after I have attended a service and can look again more thoroughly)
stopped at the post office to buy stamps. By this time it was too late to get
back to the Burg for lunch, so we decided to look for the bakery to buy
bread or cake to hold us to dinner. We met a couple of young boys (about
8 or 9 years old, one named Hans) who talked eagerly with us, mentioned
their friends in previous Stanford groups and guided us to the Bächerei!
We bought them each a sweet roll and ourselves (Dick and 2 girls, beside me)
a large loaf of delicious bread, before they had to go home for lunch. As
we left them we met the Bürgermeister (mayor) of Beutelsbach, a vigorous
man of about 45, a businessman of some kind. He was very cordial and
we had about a 15 minute chat ( all in German of course) about our
trip, the weather, mutual friends in earlier groups, etc. His wife and