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"We are going to get off this metro to meet my uncle, and I am not really sure what he looks like...this might be a problem...." -Meg
"Ich bin Amy, Ich kann kein Deutsch!" - Erik (my cousin teaching Brendan how to say 'I am a Yank and I don't speak German')
"Do you hear that?".... A second later hundreds of bikes wiz past us in a blur!
Yellow fields forever.
The Germans were so hospitable. When we asked two German girls where to eat because we were hungry and looking for lunch, they whipped out a brand new package of cookies and offered them to us. We accepted. They were delicious!
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