Okay, my husband Mike is crazy. I believe I mean that he is crazy in the casual way people say, “He’s crazy!” But sometimes, I’m not so sure.

We live in Germany, and every other city, or district, or country near us, seems to be within throwing distance from where we are.  Because of this, my husband wants to go there.

We were in Trier, Germany, last month, just for the day.  And because we spent most of the day in that town (looking for the Karl Marx house), I figured we’d just go back to our hotel, and call it a night.  My husband had other plans. He said what all crazy people say, “Let’s do it!” Continue reading →