After our week and a half in Spain, we hopped over to Germany to visit some of Paul’s friends, who graciously agreed to let us stay with them for a few days. After the constant move-move-move of Spain, it was fantastic to just hang out with people that we like and not have to worry about restaurants or hotels. And they took very good care of us.
We drank in their lovely backyard. Really, nothing beets a good German wheat beer.
Then we drank some more in their backyard.
Then we drank at the second day of the Tour de France.
Yes, we were close enough that I almost got run over by bikers.