Frankfurt, Germany

We have a brief stopover for a couple of days in our old “home town” and to see some very dear, old friends. How lucky we’ve been to stay in touch these 40 (!) years. I’m afraid our German is about as rusty as our knees, but they speak perfect English so it’s not a problem!

Our trip has been beyond even our wildest expectations! A definite 11 out of 10 and we wouldn’t change a thing. We did so much, and I’m so happy to have kept up this blog. This is because at this point I can’t even remember what we did 2 days ago, much less on March 1!

Home tomorrow to a very different country than what we left. Thanks for tagging along on this crazy, wonderful journey.

For those of you who knew us then, this is what our old house looks like today.

The last supper