Waiting

One of the things that I love about Germans (and Europeans in general) is that they get out and do things.

Even if the weather is what some, if not many, would consider horrible.

Last winter I was out on a 20 mile run through the snow, on a day when the high reached only +8°F (-13°C), and the forest and trails were packed with people of all ages, out to get their walk in, or slide along on their cross-country skis.

But these two were out on a day when it was 34°F (+1°C), rain mixed with snow.

And she was looking quite bright.  OK, at least her umbrella was.

BTW, this was Thanksgiving day.  A gloomy, rainy Thursday.

A day that Goddess and I were thankful to share, exploring the Weinachtsmarkt and side alleys of Speyer.

Sharing glüwein, bratwurst and laughs.