I am a failed blogger

In my defense, my trip to Germany is mostly a family visit, which means most of my time is spent trying to come up with ways to tell my grandma that yes, I do mostly understand what she is saying but, no, she won't understand my response because my German pronunciation is soooo bad.

Basically, we're not really traveling around Germany. We're spending almost the whole time in my grandparents' tiny village. Today was the exception I was granted because Becky happened to be in Germany at the same time as me, so how could we NOT meet for lunch?

So my mom, Opa, and I took the ICE from Limbürg to Würzburg and met Becky and Allen for lunch (with the slowest service ever). 

Here is my Opa and me waiting for the train bright and early at 8:40 a.m.

And here is all of us minus my mom waiting on the slowest service ever:

Photos with date courtesy of my mom's camera because I somehow did not take one. I blame lack of sleep.

Becky tried currywurst! Wee!

Spot the white asparagus.

After lunch we said auf weidersehen to Becky and Allen went off to find an old church my mom wanted to see and the bridge with a statue of saints. The patron saint of Würzburg is the same as the patron saint of Nomborn, which my mom was strangely excited about. So much so that she posed for a picture in front of it with my Opa.

Anyway, I took lots of pictures as we wandered around all day, stopping for ice cream, Opa's fave, and stopping at an H&M because Würzburg has one even if Nashville doesn't...and I complained about loud German YOUTHS who were smoking and skateboarding and wearing weird clothes.

The Main River was really swollen.

Oh, and I bought something I thought was the equivalent of mocha but it turned out to be pond sludge. No, really. They gave me a strainer for it and everything.

So I taught my mom how to use my camera instead of drinking it. Hence this sexy shot.

Check out my shades. $5 from Forever 21. I am high class!

My main travel blogging will begin next week when we're not family-visiting.

Oh, and Monday we went to some abandoned village, where the whole village left Germany for America in the 1830s or something. My grandma was trying to make me read a newspaper article about it, which is kinda flattering since she's always saying Dustin and Evan speak so much better German than me...yet I can read a newspaper article? Sweet.

Look, I can read some! I can read anything I need to. Ausgang. Ausfahrt. WC. Pommes. Hanchen!

Das ist alles fur jetz! Guten nacht, kleine Fräulein!