The River

We flew out of Berlin and back to Frankfurt. The cow was still there at the airport. Talula was happy. We boarded a bus to take us through the German countryside. We got on the Autobahn, which was cool. Folks could drive as fast as they wanted to. The bus also had the Armed Forces Radio network on, so we could hear American music. Good stuff. We stopped in Koblenz for lunch. It was a city where Sandra's father was in World War II as a US soldier. After lunch, we boarded a boat for a short tour of the Rhine River area. Or, at least we were told it was going to be a short tour. We saw castles and crops growing up hills. We saw livestock grazing up hills. We marveled at the animals not falling down the hills. After a few hours, we realized that it was not going to be a short trip. The river ride went on and on. Some people slept. Some snacked. Some stared off into space. And, the young folks were bored out of their minds. The girls made friends with the boys on the boat. How much trouble could they get into on a boat? Not too much. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, we docked at Rudescheim which boasted of having the narrowest street in the world. At that point, we didn't really care what it had. We just wanted to get to our hotel, which was in Weisbaden. It was after dark, when we got there. We had dinner. Some went to bed. The girls went out without me. I found a park across from the hotel and sat on a bench to reflect. It was misty and chilly. Being in Germany was a wonderful time for me. It was home.