I’d read about Ramsau on a travel forum and quickly added it to the reasons why we would need to stay in Berchtesgaden Land. It was described as a great place to visit for the day, with a beautiful church, babbling brook, and small shops along the streets. As it turns out, it is also home to a delightful apple strudel.
Unlike our apartment, Ramsau was not on top of the mountains, but nestled in a valley. When we arrived, it seemed rather unassuming. We strapped my daughter in her carrier and started walking down the quiet street. This was our first introduction to frescoes, or murals painted on the sides of houses. Everything from house numbers to descriptive pictures, like a fireman painted on the side of the fire house. We stopped for a picnic lunch along an Alpine brook. (Quite good for cooling yourself down.)
There we saw a sign for “Kinderspielplatz” which we’d quickly come to learn translates to playground. So far, Germany was providing our daughter lots of places to play in the most beautiful of places. This was no different.
The center of town was the quaint and charming place we’d heard about – cafes, a stately church with preserved cemetery, complete with nuns and a priest walking through it. We sat at one of the outdoor cafes and ordered our first apple strudel of the trip. It was everything I dreamed it would be (yes, I dream in food). But I learned a few lessons: 1. Not all apple strudels are the same. 2. Your strudel is only as good as the whipped cream it comes with – go hand whipped! and 3. If you plan on sharing your strudel with your daughter, and your daughter is a toddler, and you want to eat more than three bites total, get two strudels.
Ramsau is case in point that wonderful things come in small packages. Thank you, Ramsau, for a lovely day in your village.