I suppose that I owe an actual post after my last one. It's not that I don't want to do it; it's just that it's really low on my list of things to do. I'll save the recap of the rest of my life for later because I have something coming up: a trip to Germany.
I'm getting sent out to Bremen for a work conference in a week and a half. That's always a nice springboard for a vacation, so Robin and I are actually flying out next Tuesday to Frankfurt, where we'll spend a couple of nights, then hop in a car and muddle our way north with no fixed agenda. Some of my coworkers from Germany say that there's nothing interesting in Frankfurt; whoops. Düsseldorf and Köln might have made sense as intermediate stops, but Eurovision is rolling through that Saturday, and it's impossible to find a decent room for under $300, so I hope we can make it up as we go. The conference starts the following Monday, and Robin flies back Wednesday; I follow along on the Friday.
I've never been to Europe before, and know maybe seven words of German. I'm trying not to freak out over it. Also, by pure coincidence, our flight out is the first A380 flight out of SFO. It's the sort of thing that I might've planned for had I been aware of it, so I'm amused that it worked out that way. That would certainly explain why there were only 4 seats left when we booked.
And car rental is really expensive in Germany, even more so if you can't drive stick. I can't. Whoops.