Our native host led us on a five-hour walk up a mountain to a restaurant accessible only by foot.
Und diese Sulze war wunderbar.
For now, youäll have to wonder about the treasures I've packed into my notebook in the past 36 hours. Check the beer blog in a week for tasting notes -- every town has its local brew, they're all tremendous, and I'll never drink German beer served cold again.
2 comments:
judging from the unnecessary capitalization and weird punctuation symbols, it sounds like a pretty sweet time so far.
Also, in case you were wondering, for some reason I thought you were going to Spain. and that's why I asked you to bring me back a Spaniard. Although if you run into one, go ahead and bring him on home. be safe, kiddo! see you on the other side.
Bill, will you bring me some German tobacco, if you can afford it??
Travel home safe!
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