Two weeks from yesterday was one of the more entertaining, if not poignant, days I’ve spent in Germany. It was the last full day of my recent extensive stint out there, and Ms. Müller and I spent it wandering around Frankurt am Main.
The length of the trip made it ridiculously strenuous. I spent 7 straight weeks working in power plants. But, I also spent the vast majority of those 7 weeks living the closest thing to a normal, happy life I’ve ever seen. I spent better than a month, an entire month, in the same city. And, with a girl about whom I’m absolutely crazy. I woke up in the morning and kissed Ms. Müller goodbye, went to work all day, came ‘home’ to the hotel, spent the evenings and my few days off with her and her crazy family, and I got to kiss her goodnight. It was delightful.
It was also hard, really hard, to watch it come to an end. But, I think this time (the third time we’ve said goodbye) was a little easier. We both felt strangely fine knowing that the goodbye was temporary; we’ll see each other again soon, one way or another. So we did our best to deny the inevitable and enjoy a beautiful Saturday in the city… Take a look.
Well, that’s all she wrote. It was a helluva trip. And while I’m glad to be back in the land of English and air conditioning, something tells me I’ll look back on that there month and a half as one of the happier times of my life. And considering the considerable ass-beating I took working out there, that’s saying something. But I’d do it all again tomorrow if they’d let me.
Come back soon for the French Quarter and Bourbon Street…