We are not seasoned globe trotters, not even close. But, from our limited experience, it is our conclusion that one should not make any judgments about a trip – particularly an international one – within the first 24 hours (perhaps even 48). This theory held true when we traveled with Ben and Scott in 2012 and became miserably lost looking for our London flat. It also played out when we arrived in Nice in 2014 to a deluge of biblical proportions and then walked for 15 minutes (in the rain) to the train station to find that we could not get any French person to make eye contact with us, listen to our earnest yet flawed French queries and explain how the train ticket system worked.
And, as we ventured forth again to foreign soil, we found that the combination of jet lag X unfamiliar customs X limited language skills can combine exponentially to make you wonder why the hell you are spending thousands of dollars for the privilege of this torture.
But then you get some sleep (the most important part of the equation), you meet some simpatico souls, you look around in awe – and you’re back in business.
Wow, I took way too many words (as usual) to get to my point: like many things in life, travel takes some effort and a smattering of faith to arrive at your destination. You may encounter bumps along the way but if you hang in there, you’ll be rewarded.
We made it from Frankfurt to Oberammergau (still in Germany). What a lovely village! Here are a couple of pics:


I’m too tired to write any more tonight! We’ll explain how we made it to France in the next post. ☺