So, it's only been three months since we went to Germany. I meant to share a bit more of the trip, but things have been crazy. As always. But tonight, I don't want to grade my students' quizzes.
Our first few days in Germany were extremely relaxing. We got to sleep in until about noon each day. Then things started to get busy. We had to get up early to take care of all of the legal stuff involved with the marriage prep. We had multiple early appointments. So much for sleeping in during our vacation....
We did make a few chill trips. We went to the coast to go on a "mud-flat-walk" when the tide was low. It was really windy, as it most always is up in the North. I made some new "friends" in the mud. I got tired and needed to take a seat on the only thing that was out there...a beautiful buoy.

We did make a few chill trips. We went to the coast to go on a "mud-flat-walk" when the tide was low. It was really windy, as it most always is up in the North. I made some new "friends" in the mud. I got tired and needed to take a seat on the only thing that was out there...a beautiful buoy.


My parents were to fly over Paris and then to Hamburg. We had to get up at 6 in the morning and then drove to Hamburg. Well, they didn't ever get off the plane. We waited for an hour and tried to check to see if they were actually on the flight. The Air France people couldn't tell us, but they told us that there was another flight in another few hours. The wonderful thing was that my parents had a cell phone with them. Well, I called it before we left for Hamburg, to make sure my parents made it to Paris. They didn't answer. I left a message. While we waited for them to get off the airplane, I called about a dozen times more. Each call cost us $0.99. Needless to say, I was not happy when we had to wait for the next flight. To save some money (parking at the airport is expensive) we went to the harbor and walked around there for a bit before heading back to the airport. My parents arrived on that flight. Yay!
Just as a side note about the cell phone that my parents brought... The number they gave me was the wrong number. Later when we were in Munich, Becky tried to call the voice mail on the phone and some poor guy in Utah answered in the middle of the night. So, he probably wondered what the hell was going on with his phone. I had left a few irate messages. At least we finally got the real phone number. We didn't really need the phone by the time we got it, but oh well.
Anyway, the day after my parents' arrival, Becky and Kevin were supposed to come in at the train station, but they weren't there. We weren't too concerned. Transferring from one train to another can be a pain and trains can be late. The second trip to the train station an hour later was Becky-and-Kevin-less. The third time, we didn't even go with Ulli. But they made it!


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