I wasn’t sure what to expect when our group entered into Germany. Viktor assured us that the Germans welcome and appreciate Americans as well. After all, parts of Germany were liberated by the USA, including Dachau. As we were driving on the Autobahn (something to see!😂), I glanced down to see a boy of 12 or 13, his window open (snarled traffic, so slow moving), and a dreamy look on his face as he stared at the ‘Beaches of Normandy’ bus. I caught his eye and he smiled, waving back enthusiastically after I waved at him. I am hoping he embraces the memory of his country’s history as much as we do. There are two young men with us, one traveling solo, and the other with his grandfather. The solo traveler, Jimmy, is a walking textbook. The guide at Dachau asked if he was after his job. 😂 I couldn’t tell Jimmy enough how impressed I was by his knowledge, AND his interest. So encouraging. I’ll post a group picture when I get them.
There have been several occasions when people asked where we were from, and when they heard the words ‘United States’, their eyes lit up. That just does a heart good 💕.
Beautiful, charming, ancient Germany.
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