" Pizza And Pasta - Yes, Gelato - No?" And A Glimpse of The "Kaiserwagen" ( The Emperor's Carriage)

The whole three days we were playing like children in Wuppertal, we were not really expecting to see the Kaiserwagen on the move. That time, it was not open to the public like it is nowadays. There was no chance for us to make a reservation to experience the nostalgic ride it offers which promises to allow one to experience what it's like to ride it way back then. If you love trains, sweets and a cuppa as well as re-living the Old Days, afaik, taking the Kaiserwagen would be worth a try cause it'll allow you to have all of those.

The day we saw it, we took the whole 20 station ride back and forth and finally got famished from having just a sandwich for lunch so when my husband saw an Italian Resto across from the Vohwinkel station, he didn't waste a sec of that chance of scoring a pizza and before I knew it he's already crossed the road and headed in there.

I opted for seafood spaghetti because my tummy was upset from eating too much pink currants which we brought along with us so I was hoping that the pasta and the bread would help harden the you know what. (ahahahah ~~ ^ ^ ) Sorry for the TMI.

Although, I understand a few German words just because they are somehow similar to some Dutch words, I do not speak good German so I always have to switch to conversing in English whenever we go in any place. I asked the waiter about which seafood are going in my spaghetti and he mentioned shells, mussels and motioned closing and opening his hands with his fingers doing the same movement the tentacles of a squid do.

We all burst out laughing because he looked very cute while doing that specially with his sweet, apologetic expression for having a poor English. I said, "It's alright, your English is poor but my German is zero, not even a spoonful so I guess that makes us even? Body language is best, is it squid?"

He went to the kitchen to probably ask the chef and came back with our drinks and told me in his sweet very distinct accent; "Calamare madam." Turns out he's Italian so though my husband speaks German it was still hard to understand each other.

Again, the food serving was XL if I may say. so. It felt like how it was when we were dining in Venice when my husband's vegetarian pizza arrived. Of course, I've coveted his food again and had a few slices of it so you can guess that I wasn't able to finish my pasta and there won't be any proof of yum in this post once again though the food was yummilicious. Btw, the mussels were okay - so were the calamari and nothing bad happened to my tummy and it's not the reason I didn't finish it.

Aside from the spaghetti serving is considerably XL, imho, it was served with bread that made me smile ear to ear when I saw them cause they look and taste so much like my favorite "Pan Legaspi" in the countryside I grew up - in Bicol so I also ate so much of those. We were told that they're originally Italian.

I stepped on the gas eating and before I knew it, all of my anacondas already got pregnant, my stomach looked like a three month baby bump I had to stop eating though my eyes said; "continue". I just fished out every piece of seafood there was and left the heavy pasta over.

It felt like I was full to my neck so we stayed in a while chit chatting with Enrico. I thought ... perhaps, coffee would help relax my probably shocked tummy and it is best taken with dessert so I asked for the dessert menu and surprised that there's neither a tiramisu nor a gelato in it. Though his English is not that badat all, like Tarzan ... I blurted out;

" Pizza And Pasta - Yes, Gelato - No?"

... just because~~. He laughed and explained that hey have a friend who sells gelato one street ahead so they didn't bother including it in their menu. We paid for our bill and bid them goodbye and headed out for gelato.

Though it was chilly cause it was windy that day, my husband and I both gave in to our guilty pleasures and had coffee and gelato because running around catching trains like children is really a tiring thing to do for 40 year olds.

We sat in the gelato house and chatted with the gelato guy and I managed to practice my rusty, very basic Italian. We all laughed when I said "piccolo" because I, too realized that I actually meant "pocco" to answer the question about whether I speak Italian since I've been replying in it. More laugh filled and body language dominated chats went on in between taking pics of trains passing by.

After the gelato break, we headed back to the station to go back to our hotel and we passed by a park that has displays of the old spare parts of the Schwebe Bahn.

My husband went reading the story about them while I went on taking pics of the trains passing by while lazily sitting on one of the park benches cause again, I can't read German. I wish someone in Steemit would give basic German vlogs, pretty please :).

Suddenly, the "Kaiserwagen" passed by so I was surprised cause for all I know it was not supposed to ride that day. I took one quick shot of it and ran like ogres were after me towards the station to get to see it. My husband on my tail, running and giggling while saying; "hurry love, the other side! the other side!" cause I was heading for the wrong stairs since I was hoping to see what's inside it looks like, up close.

We ended up heading for the other side though, cause we needed to go back to our hotel anyway and from there, we found out, it was being used as a wedding carriage by a couple who probably are fans of Star Wars, that day cause the groom was holding this balloon.

I noticed the old fashioned lights and the old fashioned interior inside it but didn't manage to take a pic of the details anymore because it started moving back to park. Another bummer!

No, we didn't get to ride the Kaiserwagen so we do have a reason to get back when we find another time to do so and hopefully, we get back home with the model trains now that we know where to find it. Btw, these are all based on my experiences on my visit there.