A few years ago, my boyfriend Graham and I spent the week of Valentine’s Day in Munich, Germany. As soon as we landed, the city started experiencing heavy snowfall, wicked winds, and bitterly cold temperatures that ended up lasting the duration of our trip. Within a few hours, we relented and made our way to a store to buy heavier socks, hats, scarves, and mittens. We didn’t let the weather stop us, instead we just slowed down a bit and relied on Munich’s famed beer halls to keep us warm and offer a reprieve from the cold.
Snowy, cold Munich
Staying in an older hotel and relying on walking and public transportation, we never felt like we could warm up completely. A few days into our trip, we noticed a brochure in the hotel lobby for Therme Erding, a nearby thermal spa/water park. I had read about these famous German health spas and knew that many of them were clothing-optional, but the thought of warm temperatures, protection from the snow, and bathing suits was alluring enough that a few naked Germans weren’t going to scare me away.
We took the train about an hour northeast of Munich and arrived at a huge complex that was divided into three sections – a water park, a family-friendly clothing-required pool, and the adult sauna section. Not exactly sure what we were getting ourselves into, we bought our passes and went to the unisex locker rooms, quickly getting acquainted with a bunch of completely naked people. After the first shock, we got our swim suits on and made our way to the family-friendly area. There was a huge pool, a swim up bar, different grottos, and it was an (artificially) sunny 85 degrees. We were finally warm.
After working up our courage at the swim up bar, we became curious about the adult sauna area next door. We didn’t realize that it wasn’t just clothing optional, but that the area was ‘textile-free,’ meaning swimsuits were strictly prohibited and it was a completely nude area, except for the occasional towel.
We lost our swimsuits, tried to achieve maximum coverage with the small towels, and went for it. When in Germany, do as the Germans do…
The nudist spa area of the resort is famous for its themed sauna rooms. One room was themed like the beach and had a sand floor. Another was ‘fruit’ themed and guests enjoyed the citrus fragrance pumped into the room.
The strangest room had a stone hearth and an attendant constantly baking fresh bread. Call me a prude, but isn’t it a bit awkward to sit in a tiny sauna, eating freshly baked bread with a bunch of sweaty strangers? I guess some people are into that sort of thing.
The citrus fruit themed sauna. It looks pleasant here, but imagine it completely packed with people.
A geyser themed sauna. (Photo Credit: Wikipedia)
We walked around checking out the facilities, unable to stop laughing and becoming increasingly uncomfortable. I’m not shy but being in such close quarters with a bunch of wet, naked strangers provided a bit of unexpected culture shock. We looked for a sauna that was unoccupied but they were all crowded. We tried getting in the pool, which was also crowded, and I was a bit scared of accidentally brushing up a little too closely to a stranger. The weirdest part of the entire experience was seeing the nudist restaurant. The rather nice dining room was full of completely naked people, drinking, eating and carrying on like normal.
A bit too uncomfortable to enjoy ourselves, we returned to the clothed side, realizing we needed to catch the train home and had just missed the last bus to the station. We left the warmth and comfort of the spa to find another foot of snow had accumulated and that we had a mile walk to the train station. Back to snowy, cold reality.
While Graham and I might have been a little out of our comfort zones, there is something cool about seeing (well, not actually seeing, but you know what I mean) people of all ages, shapes, and sizes walking around completely naked and free, comfortable in their own skin. To me, this is the best part of travel. Doing something unplanned and unusual, led me to learning about another culture and also about myself, creating an experience and a story I’ll never forget.
So you might be asking yourself how a story about a nudist thermal spa ties into Lebkuchen cookies…
Before taking the train to the spa, I noticed vendors at the station selling huge, beautifully decorated Valentine’s Day heart cookies. I wasn’t able to try them but I’ve had the image in my mind ever since.
This year, wanting to recreate those cookies, I did some research and figured out that they are called Lebkuchenherz, or lebkuchen hearts, and are a popular German treat for Oktoberfest, Christmas, and Valentine’s Day. Lebkuchen is similar to a spice cookie or gingerbread and the most famous lebkuchen comes from a town called Nuremberg in central Germany.
Lebkuchen sold in a market in Germany
The dough comes together quickly. Just cream together the butter and sugar, add the molasses, and then alternate the dry ingredients and water. Let it rest in the refrigerator for at least an hour, or preferably longer if you have the time. This dough is forgiving and easy to work with, you just need to use a little flour to keep it from sticking and gently roll it to 1/4-inch or 1/8-inch thickness.
I used a 5-inch heart cutter and a 2-inch heart cutter. The 5-inch hearts are really quite big but the 2-inch hearts are about the perfect cookie size.
You’ve got a lot of options when it comes to decorating. I melted some white chocolate, dipped some cookies in it, then added some sprinkles.
I also dipped some cookies in melted dark chocolate. I like the way the dark chocolate makes the sprinkles pop and nicely complements the spice of the cookies.
I made some royal icing to recreate the lebkuchenherz I saw in Munich. I’ll be honest, I don’t really like the taste or texture of royal icing, so I think a chocolate glaze is your best bet when it comes to decorating the cookies. You can see how things got a bit messy and I’ll be the first to admit, my frosting writing skills need a bit of refinement. Let’s just say the icing was NOT cooperating with me.
Ich liebe dich means ‘I love you’ in German. You could also say ‘Du bist mien schatz,’ (you’re my sweetheart) or ‘Nur du und icy’ (just you and me).
My favorite way to eat these cookies is warm, just out of the oven, no glaze or frosting required. The cookie has a nice fluffy texture (not hard like some gingerbread) and a deep, satisfying spicy flavor.
While we normally don’t think of gingerbread for holidays other than Christmas, I like the idea of having it for Valentine’s Day. While most Valentine’s Day cookies are overly sweet and sugary, these are a spicy, flavorful contrast.
So, let’s (somehow) tie this all together. Do you have any Valentine’s Day traditions? Would you ever go to a nudist spa? Do you have any favorite travel memories that came from a completely spontaneous decision? Do you like cookies? Do you want to eat cookies in a nude sauna or is freshly baked bread more your style?