We traveled to Munich via Stuttgart. When we arrived in Stuttgart, we had eight minutes to find, and board, our connecting train. We were a bit nervous--fully aware that the only help we were guaranteed to receive would be harshly delivered in German...
But we found our train with two minutes to spare. We spent one and a half of those minutes walking down the side of the train, looking for our assigned car.
Still walking, I told Jamie that I thought it was time for us to get onto the car.
"But this isn't our car...we're supposed to get on way down there..."
"We have to get on," I said--jumping on and then begging him to follow me. Like clockwork, I had just witnessed all of the last-minute-boarders mount the train simultaneously: a businessman putting out his cigarette after taking one last smoke, multiple couples hugging and kissing until the very last second, and a frazzled woman running to the train and climbing aboard.
And three seconds after the two of us had both feet on the train, we were off. And we continued to walk down the moving train until we found our seats...
Thought: Isn't it crazy that they don't check for tickets before you board the train???
When we arrived in Munich, we picked up our rental car.
And then, we used our previously printed out Google Maps to try to find our way out of the city. FYI: Map Quest and Google Maps, while a great help in the US, didn't really save the day in Munich. The street signs were hard to find, and many streets weren't labeled...and we failed to mentally plan for the challenge of calculating distance in kilometers versus miles. Throw all of that into a mixing bowl with the itty-bitty roads, a stick-shift car, and wild-n-crazy drivers who love honking their horns, and this is what you get...
Actually, I took this picture of myself, as my husband--who with his amazing ability to navigate through city traffic (while depending on me, my iPhone, and the sun, for cardinal directions) somehow found the Autobahn--was cruising along at approximately 180 kilometers per hour.
And yes, people were still passing us. (I know that's hard to believe since every picture I happened to take is of our car in the left-hand-lane...but I give you my word.)
Yes, it was scary.
Yes, Jamie was bitter that his long-anticipated drive on the Autobahn was in a Chevy Cruise.
He said, "Well, I guess next time I'll just have to make sure that we rent a Porsche or an Audi."
I said, "Where are you and what have you done with my husband....you know--the one from Brussels and Paris...the one with the 'I-hate-to-travel attitude'?!?"
I like to harp on Jamie's 12 minutes of bad-attitude. It makes me feel better about myself.
But forget all of that. Isn't this just breath-taking???
This is Edelweiss.
When Jamie (and I) made the decision to stay in the military, we made a pact to always strive to focus on the countless good things that accompany military life. So whenever deployment time rolls around again, I'll be looking at these pictures at least once every five minutes...
Here are some pictures of the inside of our American-sized room.
And Jamie said, "Yes!!! We're not in Europe anymore..."
And after a few minutes of relishing our surroundings, we were off to explore the little town of Garmisch-Parkenstein.