My Dad came to visit and we went through our usual whirlwind of activity, bouncing from Frankfurt to Göttingen to Köln and back to Frankfurt, we've done in three days what most would consider a fairly decent tour of northern (or something) Germany. I've seen a cathedral, a chocolate factory, the Rhine and the Main and even a leather skinned old man with a talent for the accordion.
Something as simple as sharing a delicious döner with my old man has proved as fun as topping out at 126 mph on the autobahn. We've had some fun moments and some pretty tense ones. While I chuckled away, my father nearly sweat out his shirt while maneuvering his rental car through a 40 point turn in the second smallest alley in the history of man (I'm allowing a little room for the fact that I have done zero research) after a fifteen minute search for a parking spot. Later, in the comfort of our not so big hotel room, I discovered the camera we had purchased only a few hours ago was not actually in the box. This time my Dad joined my in a laugh, though he was surely less than amused and I had reached a point where I saw that nothing else could be done.
Even so, I have found the simple act of spending time with a loved one can lighten moments of annoyance and coax the sun out, even from behind the stubborn clouds in Germany.
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