Ok bloggies- we are off. We have a record setting number of bags and yoga magazines (see earlier blog); only thing missing is Albert.
Boston til Saturday night, then direct to Lech, where we will see a new hotel - new lobby new kids area; and most importantly, a new tages bar- the soul of the place. My friends will already be there, and I'm hoping they send photos as soon as they enter.
Alas, I fear I will be disappointed, and no advance photos will be forthcoming. Sigh. I wonder why I travel away from you guys.
Just praying K and G are not naked and babbling from the stress of the past few months. Honestly, their texts have become more and more cryptic, and only arrive in the middle of the night their time.
But who am I kidding? Frau S will be
tending to Princes and porn directors alike... Our very own Angela Merkel in a dirndl: living proof that our long journey is over, and we are welcome.
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