Christmas markets. Gluhwein, bratwurst, potato pancakes, ROASTED CHESTNUTS. The cold is developing that wintery bite that turns your cheeks red and your lips purple.
Breathtaking drives underneath sweet, massive mountains, of the Alpine variety, and hundreds of thin waterfalls streaming down cliffs. When I say breathtaking, I very much mean it. I didn't take pictures, let us use our imaginations.
A puzzle, yet to be completed.
More Christmas markets (gluhwein, chestnuts, repeat).
And the people I'm with are dancing, on/off stages, on the bus, in our hotel rooms, at said Christmas markets. You can't stop us.
I know this picture is blurry, it's perfect. We can't stop moving.
David, Zack, Kara, and Ricky in Mannheim, Germany