Tuesday, 12 June 2007

• Chronicles of Germany: Chapter 1

  The Restful Rhine  

  (Photos courtesy of Adam Luce and Andre Marshall)

  

  From the airport, we rode our two busses along the Rhine river to Rudesheim, a little town surrounded by vineyards.  We shopped.  (you'll see that phrase a few times throughout these chronicles.  More than I'd probably like.)  The scenery was beautiful, but I was a little too out of it from the seven-hour time change to appreciate much of the history of the numerous castles we passed.  I was just grateful to rest in the beauty.

  

  A shop in Rudesheim (and a somewhat dashing fellow of which they seem to have an abundance in Germany.  Not that I was really paying attention or anything.)

  

  A lovely, lovely fountain hosting lovely, lovely friends, one of whom is my official tour buddy and another of whom will end up to be my secret tour buddy.  Mikayah and I roomed together for the duration of our time in Germany, and though I did not know it until the last tour day, Nathan Williams was my secret tour buddy.  That means he bought me stuff (mostly chocolate) throughout the tour, delivering it through various messengers so as not to reveal their giver until he chose to do so.  It would be a little romantic if it weren't quite so staged. Everybody had a secret pal.  It's tradition.  I bought mine a matching set of mugs, two sausage links, breath mints and two travel packs of tissues. (If you knew him, you'd understand the tissue thing.  Just come to one of our Singing Quaker concerts and when you hear a mighty sneeze, mightier perhaps than you have ever heard before, look for him on the risers.  It happens every time.  Like clockwork.)  Joe Mackey, the dark-haired boy, was the bearer of the multi-language dictionay to which we often referred, but from which we rarely profited.  The point is, though, that we tried. 

  

  That was shopping...Now for resting:

  

  Sleep, dear Patty. Dinner's coming!

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