The Best of the Würst...

  Bucholz, Germany
Monday, June 25, 2007

Flew into Dortmund, arriving tired and disoriented without much of a plan. We've just spent the past few weeks hiking the Scottish Highlands so we're pretty exhausted. It wasn't long before we headed north to Bucholz and found a family campground to to rest for a few days. 

Everyone seemed surprised that we came such a long way from Canada and that my last name has a german meaning.  We learned a little more german than before we arrived but the vocabulary intake is much slower than I anticipated.  There was a pond (lake-ish water) with ducks and I went swimming once.  We played a lot of chess and some guitar, etc.  Went to the local shops (three bakeries and a cafe) and bought many kinds of würst. 

Mostly it rained though which was actually okay because I slept many hours more than I thought I could.  I regained a lot of strength and health. 
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