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France in the fallSeptember 5th, 201949 days to go.
Even though they didn’t figure very prominently in the blog posts, Buster and Andre Segovia were on this trip, too. They just remained out of the limelight. But they couldn’t resist the temptation to hop on the camel for a … Continue reading
Time really is relative. It twists and turns and speeds up and slows down seemingly at random. Where has it all gone on this trip? In some ways, it seems like yesterday when we posed for our going-away-on-our-trip photo in … Continue reading
Our last full day in Munich. What to do before we have to begin the inevitable packing and looking homeward? We all agreed that we should start the day with cappuccini and pastries at our local bakery. Why change a … Continue reading
This morning we went to Dachau. It was a beautiful day, which seemed wrong. I found a rock that looked like a tortured face.
Late yesterday afternoon, after our infatuation with all things BMW began to subside and after we’d rested our feet a little and run the two-hour dishwasher cycle, Kris suggested that we go out for ice cream. Well, when he made … Continue reading
Friday, another beautiful day. We decided to do something different. I was happy to discover that the liquid on the floor of Kris’s room and in the bottom of the laundry basket in Kris’s room was only water and nothing … Continue reading
A lazy morning but a beautiful one: Blue skies and sunshine. Too beautiful to stay in very late but we didn’t make it out to the street until 10:30. Explored a bit around our Ubahn stop of Hohenzollernplatz. Everything looks … Continue reading
Excuse the giant Virginia head at the top of this blog, but I decided I was being underrepresented in the photos in this blog and thought everyone should be reminded of just whose perspective you are sharing: Mine, me, me, … Continue reading
Or, in other words: How do we get to the Oktoberfest grounds from our apartment? Obviously, we found a way; and it was so simple I feel certain that we will retrace our route at least one more time while … Continue reading
This morning we were in beautiful, quiet, peaceful Guarda, surrounded by snow dusted mountains and enveloped in sunshiney calm. Then, down the hill we went to Guarda station . . . a relatively grandiose term for the quaint little station … Continue reading