As a child I have fond memories of escaping with my father to the Black Forest.  I remember traveling on a train and meeting new friends over a dining cart.  I remember taking a bus to a visit a shop and their cuckoo clocks.  When Honey Bear asked me where I wanted to go… I knew where my heart was yearning for! The timing was a little off because we would be visiting a couple weeks before the tourist season began.  We didn’t let that deter us.  We packed up.  Set our sights on a working farm near the Triberg area and *poof* we were rewarded with the romantic and rustic charms of the Schwäblehof.…