Wednesday, July 18, 2012
After a day spent on top of the world, I am now sitting on the patio of our little apartment atop a cafe overlooking a small band of men playing accordions and wearing lederhosen while tractors pass by on the highway.
Obberamergau? Are you for real?
Never mind. Don't pinch me.
I never want to wake up from this dream.
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