A Postcard A Day - Tuesday 25 February 2025 - T for Bavaria, orange nails and blue eggs

 Hello lovely ladies,

How are you all? I am traveling and I'm writing this from my hotel room. (More later)

First of all I have a postcard for you:

Wikipedia writes: The town was first mentioned in a document (now considered to be a fake) in 1137, when Hallgraf Engelbert moved his residence from the nearby castle Limburg to his "Wasserburg" (Water Castle). It is one of the most historic towns of Old Bavaria – somewhat older than Munich, continually fought over by the Bavarian nobility and, up to the 16th century, on an equal footing with larger cities. The privileges afforded by this enabled the salt trade to flourish right into the 19th century. At the junction of the main overland route with the main water route, Wasserburg became the most important trade centre with the Balkans, Austria and Italy, a means of attaining power and wealth for the shipping owners and merchants.

In the early days, Wasserburg was an important hub in the salt trade. Its bridge was the only possibility to cross the river Inn for 30 km in both directions. On its shore the salt, mined in Berchtesgaden or produced in the Saline (saltern) at Bad Reichenhall and shipped from there by cart, could be loaded on ships travelling on the Inn River. Up to the 17th century Wasserburg was used as the port of the capital Munich.

The stamps are beautiful:

Best German stamp of 2019: This view on Spitalviertel in Rothenburg was voted best image of last year by the philatelist society.

Rothenburg ob den Tauber, according to Google,

 is a German town in northern Bavaria known for its medieval architecture. Half-timbered houses line the cobblestone lanes of its old town. The town walls include many preserved gate houses and towers, plus a covered walkway on top. St. Jakob’s Church houses an intricate, late Gothic altarpiece by woodcarver Tilman Riemenschneider. The medieval Town Hall has a tower with panoramic views. ― Google

So what has been happening back at the ranch... eh, I mean back in Caniles, Granada? I've had my nails done just before going on holiday:

I wanted a burnt orange with a pearlescent finish, but something didn't quite work. The nail technician got frustrated, her colleague finished the job and I ended up with something different to what I originally wanted, but it's OK. I like it too.

Caniles is, amongst other things, famous for its blue eggs. I don't have chickens anymore but buy them from a friend who has and I ended up with a few blue eggs!

Here placed next to a white egg for comparison. The colour is created by a pigment called oocyanin and only certain chickens lay blue eggs.

I am now officially on holiday. This morning I have traveled from my house (Caniles) to Granada by bus.

There is still snow on the mountains although the ski season might be over (I'm guessing, but I don't know):

My bus arrived at 2 pm, perfect dinner time here in Spain. I went to a restaurant where I had been before and I knew the food was good:

The weather was good enough to sit outside: Perfect!

This is also my ticket to the T-Party hosted by Elizabeth and Bluebeard, as there is a glass of white wine.

I have booked into a hotel next to the bus station as tomorrow morning (Tuesday) I will get on the bus to Huelva to spend ten days on the coast. More about that on my Friday blog and also next Tuesday.

That is all from me today. 

Happy T-Day all,

Lisca