Up at eight, breakfast with a book and slow internet. There’s a wooden sign on the kitchen counter saying ‘Sorry! No WI-FI, talk to each other and get drunk’. So if we want to look up info on a walk or the distance to a thing to see, we have to route it through a… Continue reading Rursee
I love German, really do. We arrived in Heimbach (Germany) yesterday in the early evening, about a three hour drive from home, but in a different world. Heimbach translates literally to ‘home rivulet’, there’s a few towns in Germany with that name so you have to check the postal code when inputting the address into… Continue reading Heimbach
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