The previous day we went to europa park (a european busch gardens pretty much) and the next day in comparison was rather boring... John and I worked on our itinerary for the next few days as we began to prepare to leave Judy's house, in two nights. We sat on the couch in the afternoon and worked out our plans for Paris, Baden-Bade, Heidelberg, Amsterdam, and Dusseldorf.

Yelling... Lots of yelling. It passed through the house however, none of it was understood. Within 10 minutes, the house was silent. We could hear the sound of soft soled shoes moving around the house... Judy's father, a tall, reserved, 6 foot, 4 inch man stood in the doorway.

"Since everybody seems to want you guys to go out sightseeing... we will go out sightseeing, even though it is a little bit late." His tone was overtly irate... and I dont blame him as these decisions were made at the last minute. But in a somewhat nervous fashion, we dropped our books, picked up our cameras and shoes, and hurried out of the door where w were introduced to germany's more cultural and historical side... Where we saw castles, churches, old towns, and even hitler's old bunker where he tried to create atomic weaponry.

The evening began slowing down but fate lead us to tubingen. At this point, judy's father is in a much better mood, he is more talkative, and even jokes with us by speaking in german and knowing we cannot understand. We walk around the small, but colorful, college town which reminded me of charlottesville, va. A small place off the side of an alleyway "Tubingen Wine" seemed inviting, however, deathly hot and cramped.

Judy's father kept handing me glasses of wine at dinner, and i couldnt say no. By this point, Six glasses of wine has turned my world upside down. Judy's father is on the same page as me, as judy's mother, brother, and john are all very sober. The five of us laughed loudly, and it felt good to wander through the streets and see the culture at night. Young couples necked on the side walk, men drank tall glasses of beer and women ate ice cream. The streets were illuminated with lighters and smelled of cigarettes. Storefronts were open and people sat outside in the thick of the night eating food. I cut a weaving track through glorious and colorful mess of it all, onwards into the sempeternal night.