Sympathie Htl Fuerstenhof Bad Kreuznach

Here are the promised photos. I am not including photos of our workshop room and wine cellar; they're not that interesting. Excuse the messiness of parts of the house. You all know how trying moving in can be!<br><br>Tracy has left for France to inspect food production plants, so I'm here ...

... told me, "is very German." The three of us sat around the kitchen table and enjoyed coffee and pie for around two hours. We stumbled and smiled through English and German and a little French when the former two failed us. This arrangement with Hannah as our landlord is going to work out very well, I feel confident. And what better way to learn German?<br><br>A little about our house now:<br><br>We have two stories, three bedrooms ...

... br><br>Tracy and I drooled and fantasized about much of the old furniture we saw, some of which can see. The photos, I swear, do not do the actual piece justice, since I used a 2-megapixel camera on a phone. We were at once excited and dolorous at the splendor of it all: dolorous in that we could reasonably afford none of it right now; excited in the idea that at three year's end we will most likely be able to beautify our future houses with an variety. <br><br>Until next time!

Meet Henry, my Mercedes-Benz. He's an odd fellow; nice enough, if a little cranky; advanced in years. We don't communicate so well yet, even if we are both obviously making efforts. It's that I can't always read his signs clearly. He lags when I want to move quickly, and when I want to play it safe, he jumps. I never know which button to press to get the reaction I want, and sometime he acts confused. For now, I'm chalking it up to generational and ...

Last Tuesday was to be the day we would move into our little German castle; the day when the dust would every so slightly begin to settle from our transition to military life; the moment in which life would start its crawl toward, quoting W.G. Harding's presidential campaign slogan, "a return to normalcy." Harding didn't deliver on his promise after the war, and neither did the day. The morning started ...

First off, excuse the weird typing....broken keyboard...<br><br>What a strange 2 days we've had. So if it is 34F and pouring raIn, what do you do on holiday? That 's right, you get yourself to a THEME PARK! <br><br>We spent all of a cold, wet yesterday at Holiday Park, one of Europe's largest theme parks. We went to ride the largest roller coaster drop on earth- 85 degrees down- but imagine our surprise when we paid our 20 euro only to find ...

... the WW1 sacrifice of the local reserve infantry division based in the town. It seems a bit sad that the Germans don't remember their war dead as we do in Australia. Yes they were on the losing side and there were atrocities committed (by both sides), but many of the soldiers fought just as bravely as their enemies.<br><br> Rhine<br><br>We shared our Rhine River cruise with lots of German ...

... more civilised uses of paint). After our dose of culture for the day we headed in central Bacharach, having a look around this old and very beautiful city. And buying gifts of flowers from a deluded old lady with the taste of an architect living in the 50s in East Germany. After detaining us for half an hour with crazy talkk in a crazy accent she presented us with with a pile of mulch, saying (proudly) that it really couldnt be made ...

I got to Frankfurt after my first hitch through Germany, which was completely different from Poland and Lithuania because you are not allowed to stand on the freeways there - it is illegal. The way you have to do it is to go to a petrol station along the way and ask drivers if they are going your way and would like to help out. So leaving Berlin I had 12EUR in my pocket to which 2.60EUR would go to the train ride to the freeway and 2.50EUR to the last Berliner Doner ...

... lestarstöðinni sem er við hliðina á flugstöðinni þurftum við svo að bíða eftir lest áleiðis til Bambergur. - ágætt að nota tímann til að senda nokkur SMS... Það tók lengri tíma að fara til þessa stuttu leið til Bambergur en að fljúga alla leiðina til Þýskalands. Við tókum tvær lestir. Báðar voru seinar, af því að það hafði snjóað um nóttina!