As a sign of great thanks that we didn't get stranded in Ulm the day before, we went to a church service. Of course, the late night arrival had to be taken into consideration, so instead of going in the morning, we searched for a nice afternoon service. We even found one.
Coming in just as the bells before the service stopped ringing, we were greeted with... something. Unlike everyone else in the room, we were not blessed with any tongues of fire allowing us to hear the gospel in our native language. Our first hypothesis, Latin, (well it wasn't English or German.. so what else would it be?) was proven incorrect when everyone started singing and speaking. No one actually speaks Latin. Further hypotheses included Russian (later proved impossible) and Italian. The church's website, when we went back to look, offered services in: English, French, German, Romanian, Croatian, Italian, Danish, Polish, Czech... and probably something else. Current hypotheses are it was either Croatian or Polish, although your guess is likely as good as ours.
Being a more than a little brain dead, we decided watching old guys correct other old (and probably a bit drunk) guys on how to play chess, sounded like a good idea. It was relaxing and interesting enough to keep us entertained for more than an hour. (To the shock of us all - the passage of time is deceiving here)
We rounded out our lazy day by once again asking for directions to something we were standing in front of. (It's a theme for this weekend) We also conveniently found the DAZ, which has an English language library (yay!) that's only open on weekdays. (nay D:)
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