On the approach to Straubing, on the Donau radweg, a woman stops and asks us if we are stopping in town to sleep. Yes, that is our destination. She offers us a room on the edge of town at her pension. We accept. A few hours later we arrive at her house. A large private suite is ours with a cold beer on the patio.
We enjoy dinner at a local restaurant several blocks away. Here, two of the tables have men playing cards. At another table, folks are enjoying a lively discussion followed by a meal.
I feast on muncher schnitzel and Debbie learns the German word for ribeye.
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