EThere are moments when you could mistake Bad Schlema for a perfectly normal small spa town in the Ore Mountains: when you walk along the planet path in the spa park from the sun to the earth or when you walk past the villas from the 1920s, the “Haus Wolfgang” , the “Haus Ilse”, the “Haus Anhalt” too, when you finally settle down at the Martin-Ebert-Musikbrunnen, which is played four times a day for inexplicable reasons, as well as the one-time performance of the local line dance group in front of the Culture House “Activist”.
And because all these moments aren’t really moments, but small, long-drawn-out eternities, our stay in Bad Schlema, although it only lasted three and a half days, was a completely normal spa stay, a relaxing, dusty spray of small considerations that essentially revolved around turned the question of whether the 32 degree warm swimming pool in the health spa Actinon should be exchanged for the 34 degree warm pool. Even the nitrogen mist that crept out from under the cryo-sauna door, eerily cold, didn’t seriously frighten us.