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Here are a few of my favorites from today. If you want to see the entire album, click HERE.
The Heidelberg Castle from the pathway up:
The Castle with Heidelberg in the background:
Heidelberg from above, the quality (graininess) almost makes it look like a painting:
And another, it's hard for me to pick my favorite:
The Castle:
Chuck, before he shaved his beard:
Someone is in trouble!!!
First beer (or beir) in Germany (it was a weissen, so it wasn't very tasty):
The courtyard inside the Castle:
Looking down at Haupstrasse, from the "deck" of the Castle:
Looking up from Haupstrasse, to where I was earlier:
The biggest Keg I have ever seen. According to the placard, 221,726 liters or 58,574 gallons:
Part of the castle interior:
One of many narrow streets. So, one of the many memories I have as a child in Germany was watching a tank go down a street such as this with the flower boxes on the windows. The tank driver wasn't that good and as he went he was taking out flower box after flower box. The house fraus were coming out and shaking their fists and cussing him out. Funny the things you remember:
I received a call from Chuck, he says he will likely be here in the next couple hours. A day early. He might end up sleeping in the mechanics shed.
The Heidelberg Castle from the pathway up:
The Castle with Heidelberg in the background:
Heidelberg from above, the quality (graininess) almost makes it look like a painting:
And another, it's hard for me to pick my favorite:
The Castle:
Chuck, before he shaved his beard:
Someone is in trouble!!!
First beer (or beir) in Germany (it was a weissen, so it wasn't very tasty):
The courtyard inside the Castle:
Looking down at Haupstrasse, from the "deck" of the Castle:
Looking up from Haupstrasse, to where I was earlier:
The biggest Keg I have ever seen. According to the placard, 221,726 liters or 58,574 gallons:
Part of the castle interior:
One of many narrow streets. So, one of the many memories I have as a child in Germany was watching a tank go down a street such as this with the flower boxes on the windows. The tank driver wasn't that good and as he went he was taking out flower box after flower box. The house fraus were coming out and shaking their fists and cussing him out. Funny the things you remember:
I received a call from Chuck, he says he will likely be here in the next couple hours. A day early. He might end up sleeping in the mechanics shed.
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