One of the highlights, by far, was our ascent of the Zugspitze, the highest point in Germany located in the Alps. And as we all know, the Lord Alps those who Alps themselves. In Germany, that joke was punishable by death about sixty years ago. The thought of traveling 9,000 plus feet in the air was daunting.
Upon our arrival, Jordan took to his lofty surroundings with a certain sense of rugged bravado.
I, on the other hand, was unimpressed and sought only a four letter word for "needlebox."
Nevertheless, we continued upward by cable car to the very zenith of Bavaria. All kidding aside, it was probably the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life. And that's because they had a full service bar over 9,000 feet in the air. I love Germany.
Here are several shots of Jordan and me moments before we had to talk each other out of jumping:
Here's me and a bird. Moments later, we were married.
Here's Jordan seconds after I told him that the only way back down was by one continuous cable car drop:
Once safely off of the mountain, Jordan appeared triumphant. I, still, am unimpressed.
But of course, it all wasn't fun and games. Jordan and I also made a trip out to Dachau, one of the very first concentration camps built and utilized by the Nazi regime during Word War II. On the way, Jordan jokingly asked, "Do you think there's a McDonald's in Dachau?" We laughed a little. Then we cried:
Still, it takes a pretty insensitive human to be unmoved by the sight of one of the biggest atrocities in human civilization. What's a six letter word for "From concentrate, perhaps?"
Tomorrow: Drunken Delights, I'm a Schmuck, and Olympic Gold!
2 comments:
Is this in chrono order? Because you seem to be slowly turning into Trotsky as the pics progress.
No, but you can see me get gayer.
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