Some Things Are Just Plain...

I've been thinking; there are certain things are not right here. There are no washcloths, no blankets (just a comforter in Germany), really flat pillows, and no water served unless you pay for it. Oh, and the computer keyboards too.

I figured out (actually I probably figured it out before and just forgot) every time James and I go on a really exciting vacation, that James gets pretty weird when he is excited. On our way to Fussen on the "Romantic Road" bus he suggested some really insane things. Like, let's get the bus driver to go really fast, stick his head out the window, and see if his toupee does "the rooster." Or, do you think we can join "the castle club?" Apparently he believes this club is an off shoot of the famous "Mile High Club" he's been begging me to try for some time. I tell him he can't afford the dues. But I do like his idea of watching Hans toupee flipping. I'm embarrassed I didn't think of it myself.

So far all of our plans have gone well. We've caught the right buses, the right trains (except one cuz we had our watch set an hour off due to the time change), the reservations have all been in order too.

We had a blast in Venice. Every other hour James said "Oh, this is romantic!" Dinner was romantic, the vaparetto (water bus) was romantic, the alley ways were romantic, lunch was romantic...you get the idea. He loved Venice, just as I did 3 years ago. He is already saying "when we come back, we have to do..."

We are off to Verona where they have some very old duomos and an arena that is in better shape than the coliseum in Rome. We hope to kinda chill a bit since we have been going at a pretty fast pace this whole time.

We love you all!

Kat