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How are your sea legs?

Traveling the ancient path.


June 4th, 2014

It's always best when the day starts with Irish breakfast. Our hostess, Mary, made us a fantastic breakfast, and also did us a favor by calling down to the docks to see if the weather was good enough for the boats to head out to the Skelligs today. Apparently the ocean can be to tumultuous to allow the tour boats to make it out there. The news was a thumbs up!

The Skelligs are two islands, basically huge jutting rocks, out in the southwestern Irish Sea. One of the islands is the largest gannet nesting place in the world, and the other is the site of a Monestary that was built in the 7th century. The other is also a nesting place for puffins and many other birds. Once again, Nicole and I decided not to look up pictures or read about this place before we arrived. We truly had no idea what to expect. The weather outside was windy, and rain was driving against the windows as we ate breakfast. Apparently my sunny Irish luck has run out. It is a double bummer considering I left my coat on a train in Munich. We savored our breakfast and then headed down to the docks to find out what we had signed up for.

It was a piece of cake to find our captain and our boat. The captain showed us into the cabin where he had all the rain proof gear that we would need. Yay! Rain gear. But wait, what is this? The sun started to peak out and became only blue skies as far as we could see. Irish luck back on! We had to wait awhile for a huge group of Frenchmen to load our boat. They were a laughing, lively bunch! Another group of their friends loaded in to the boat next to us. As we pulled away from the dock, the French bid farewell to their boat mates with smiles and laughs. I was amused. The whole morning I had been self talking and preparing myself for the open ocean. I have been in Resurrection Bay in Alaska and had brief moments I thought I may lose my cookies. I knew whatever was coming was going to be much more intense. So as the French laughed their way to the ocean, I could only think to myself, "You all should be preparing yourself. We will see who is right and who is dead." Actually, I just thought, " We will see who is laughing when we hit the waves."

I could never have expected this boat trip. The waves were rolling like nothing Nicole or I had ever been on. We both made our way into the cabin,while the rest were in the open back of the boat. The swells were easily 20 to 30 feet. You would climb up one, unable to see beyond the wave, crest, and then go down the other side so fast your stomach dropped like on a roller coaster. Only 5 minutes into this and 4 of the other passengers were feeding the fishes. Nicole told me after, that she thought we were going to get swallowed by the sea. She told me she was praying that we wouldn't die. She had already figured the quickest escape routes if we capsized and the likely locations of the life vests. I was telling myself that I was having a good time and that I was NOT going to be sick. I found that by standing in the cabin and watching the waves, I was able to keep from feeling woozy. If I can see the waves, what they are doing, and anticipate the way the boat will luuuuuurch, then I feel pretty good. We finally made it to our destination, but this in itself was and adventure. The boats would pull up, one at a time, to a rock dock. Then we would all offload as quick as we could as the boat is rocking all over the place. It is not a quick and easy thing to do. What in the world were those monks thinking traveling all the way out here?! This is a difficult journey in modern boats! When my feet hit ground that was no longer moving, I found my stomach may not have lasted much longer in the open sea. I had to stop and breathe the fresh air with more positive self talk before my stomach began to settle down about 20 minutes later.

Starting at the bottom of this massive rock island, the bird life is immediately apparent. As we wind our way gradually up and around to the start of the stairs, you see gannets, seagulls, puffins, and many other birds I did not know. It is nesting season on the Skelligs, and all the birds seem to be sitting on some nest or another. Looking out over the ocean, you an see the other Skellig as well as the Irish mainland. You begin to feel very isolated from the rest of world. If the monks wanted solitude, they certainly found a great location. We finally find ourselves at the base of these ancient stone steps leading steeply up the mountain and out of site. Are you serious monks? These steps are made from slabs of slate, some a foot thick, four feet long and 3 feet wide. The fact of the mountain side is very steep. The work that had to go into this, I can hardly fathom. The stairs are definitely a work out. We have been doing steep hikes every day for the last 4 days, and now the Skelligs. Aside from the marvel of this ancient staircase, the views as we steadily climb keep me in awe. It's just, "Oh wow," every other step. After 600 steps we reached the Monestary. I have seen beehive huts before, but this place was amazing. It was an entire community. There were rooms for the monks, 2 chapels, a garden, places for livestock, and even 3 working cisterns. What is even more amazing, is that the ground we were on was flat. How can it be flat when we are on a steep island rock?! The monks had to build up the ground below us on the face of the rock. So, they built a retaining wall and then had to back fill it before they could build, all without a Mini Excavator. I can't even fathom where they got all the dirt from, nor how they hauled it up the side. And how did they build those stairs? Seriously how in the world?

Nicole and I made our way to a nice view point of the stairs and the sea and had a little lunch. One of the best memories was just sitting there with her for the next hour, enjoying the moment together, and not wanting to leave.

Leave we did an hour and half later. My stomach had settled by now, and so had the sea. It was a much better ride home, but definitely not smooth. Only one person was sick this time. I chatted a bit with the captain. He was very impressed with how good of a sailor Nicole was. He seemed to take a liking to me and had me drive the boat in the bay. We found out his name is Patrick Casey, and a very seasoned sailor and nice person he was. The Skellig trip was equally as impactful and spectacular as Neuschwanstein Castle was. I cannot choose between the two.

As is our way, the night was far from over. Nicole and I loaded in to our car buddy to drive the 2 hours to Dingle. Casey and I had visited Dingle in 2011' so I was excited to take Nicole back. We made it no problem to our super nice and clean B&B. This is easily the nicest place we have paid to stay. Or hostess was, of course, the jolliest of Irish ladies and was very happy to have us. Resting only briefly, it was time to head out to dinner and find a pub for some evening craic. We found ourselves in the Dingle Pub that Casey and I had eaten in when we were here. It was mo expensive than I remember for less food, but we still thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. We took the car back to the B&B and walked into town in search of some good music! We finally ended up in O'Sullivans Courthouse Pub. It is a little pub that I remembered being awesome, and it still was. We made it in just before the rush of people came, which allowed us to have a seat at the bar! We immediately hit it off with the barman Micheal. No I did not spell his name wrong. It is Gaelic for Michael. He is probably 22 or 24 or something. Anyway, the music was fantastic! The crowd was perfect, and we had the best night! This is why we love this country. You cannot beat great Irish music played by musicians who love it, your beverage of choice, nice laughing people around you, and being with the one you love.

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Acting on Impulse

An Unexpected Adventure


June 3rd, 2014

To Ireland we go! Without a hitch we boarded our plane out of Germany to Shannon, Ireland. In Shannon we are picking up another car, and driving on the wrong side of the road. Normally I would have been apprehensive about this, but after the roads and traffic in Spain, I barely have a worry. The last few nights I had been laying in bed visually driving, shifting, and navigating from the right side of the car. I pictured driving this way all through Post Falls. Once I sat in the car, I felt my brain do a bit of a switch. I got this. My subconscious wasn't as perfectly calm as I felt. We pulled onto the road, left, left, left and the first two cars that came at me from the wrong side caused me to flinch. Only two flinches. Not bad! After that it was very odd. My brain made the rest of the switch and it almost felt normal. If you ever have to drive on the wrong side, don't sweat it! Your brain is very powerful and adapts quickly.

We made our way uneventfully down to Portmagee on the southern tip of the island, thanks to Nicole's expert navigation. It is the a tiny little fishing and tourist village with only one store, one cafe, one bar and one restaurant. It is sitting on the edge of a bay/cove that leads to the Irish Sea. In such a small town you might laugh that we had to ask for directions to our B&B, but we did. We asked the nicest lady ever in the bakery/cafe and she went above and beyond to help us! The Irish are the friendliest, most helpful people in the world. It is seriously no joke. Our hostess at the B&B, is absolutely the sweetest lady on the planet. The shop owners, the barman, and the other people in the cafe, all so nice and engaging! How do an entire people act in such a way. It really is mind boggling and heartening to be a part of. We were in dire need of a laundry day and our hostess told us a little place we could get it done. She also told us and showed us about the sites to see in the area. We only came here to visit the Monestary on the Skellig Michael islands out to sea, we didn't know there was other stuff to do. Specifically, she told us to tour around an island called Valentia. Portmagee is directly across the bay from Valentia island. If we hadn't been in a car, there was no way we could have visited it that day. So, we ran down to the laundry place, but it was closed. The lady that ran it was just getting into her car. When she saw us, she asked us cheerily what we needed. Then, she reopened her store and took our laundry to do the next day! That would rarely happen in the states. Sorry we are closed would be the normal American way.I love the Irish.

We made our way across the bridge to Valentia and up to a parking point at the head of a trail. The trail takes you up a large hill, small mountain, to some old tower and a view of the sea and the Skelligs. We began the steady climb. The views kept getting more and more amazing! The sea stretched out before us with the two Skellig Islands sitting off in the distance. We made it to the tower and found that the other side of the hill broke off into cliffs that ran the entire length of the hill. What a discovery! The weather was starting to turn and we could tell rain was coming our way. The wind was getting very strong as well. I really really wanted to hike up to the tip top of the hill and look down the cliffs, so, we did. It was blustering and blowing rain and it was the greatest little adventure ever. (When you are traveling, make sure to act on impulse. Don't talk yourself out of anything. These impulses often lead to the best memories) The rain hit us lightly off and on as we explored the hillside. We even stumbled upon a old old old ruin of some kind. It was basically the foundation, but very obviously some type of ancient dwelling. Wet and happy we made it to the car to drive around the rest of the island, then grab some dinner (delicious traditional Irish stew). A day that was supposed to only be travel and rest for the Skelligs, turned into a fun-filled adventure!

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I know you, I dreamt of you once upon a dream

The Castle


June 2nd, 2014

Fairy tales really do come true. At least, that is how Nicole and I feel today. We are headed to Neuschwanstein Castle (hereto further referred to as "castle" or "the castle" because I am not typing that over and over), we are together, we are married, and we get to share this experience. It doesn't get any better than this.

We woke up and headed to the tour office that is located in the Munich Central Station. We were in a bit of a panic because we were only 10 minutes early and terrified the group was going to leave with out us. Silly us. :) Jeff, our very English tour guide, gathered us all together for a quick head count and then an escort to our train. Our group of 24 all grabbed a train compartment to ourselves. It was here that Nicole and I made a seemingly innocent choice on where to sit. Little did we know another highlight of our trip was upon us. Across from us sat two ladies who looked like they were best friends. In fact, they are best friends. All we knew was that they had the most excellent Australian accents, and we were going to be sitting across from them for the two hour trip.

Our guide was very happy to have us all in the same compartment and started with some housekeeping items before giving us some background on where we were headed for the day. I find this history stuff fascinating, especially when I am about to live it. The story is of King Maximilian, King Ludwig, and the Prussians. You really should look it and read about it. After 20 minutes or so, Jeff left us all to chat with each other. We struck up a conversation with the two ladies across from us. They were indeed best friends and from Australia. Jenny, fair skinned, blond hair and a very sweet demeanor, and her friend Damita, olive skinned, dark hair and equally as sweet were our new travel mates. Jenny told us that she had now been to 46 countries, most of which she traveled to in the last ten years. Of course this made me ask about a hundred questions. Completely intriguing. As the conversation continued and deepened, Nicole and I both were becoming very fond of Damita and Jenny. Jenny is married with two sons, both in their 20s I think I remember and Damita is also married with 4 children, ages ranging from 18 to 24. I hope I remembered that correctly. Their husbands must be super awesome because these two ladies get to enjoy each other and travel together. Very neat. The other thing that I would share is that Jenny showed us a playing card with a picture of the castle on it, that she had kept since she was in high school! She had that card and kept it and today was the day! She had it all planned. How she was going to hold the card up and have her picture taken as this life long desire was finally coming to be. Nicole and I thought this was so cool and we get to witness it! By the time we made it to our destination, the four of us were fast friends. How amazing and we haven't even seen the castle yet!

We emptied the train at a town called Fussen, where we then caught a bus to the little village that is below the castle. When we made it to the little village we all grabbed some German fast food from Michael's cholesterol shack. Jeff had warned us that Michael was a big guy and for us not to be afraid. He was the most ripped dude I had seen in Germany. I have no idea how this guy got so buff living in a little town. From here we did some touring of the little village narrated by Jeff with more history of the area and King Ludwig. It's funny how pictures make you imagine an area in the world, and the sharp contrast to how it really is. Everything is always much bigger, more vast, than pictures allow you to imagine. You don't think about the mountains across the lake that are Austria. You don't see the open fields at the base of the mountain stretching as far as you can see, and you don't include the entire mountain you are about to climb, until you climb it. Speaking of, it's a pretty darn good climb. I think it took the whole group near or after 20 minutes to get to the top of where we were heading. When we arrived, the castle was not in view and the anticipation is starting to tingle. Smartly, the guide had us go first to the bridge that spans the gorge behind the castle. We hiked up about a minute more, on to the bridge and then WHAM! Neuschwanstein Castle in all its glory. And I do mean glory. Striking, beautiful, magnificent, awe inspiring, and incredible. This castle is only worthy of naked eye inspection. Pictures are amazing, but multiply that times 10 to know what it feels like to be on this bridge, wind whipping around you, the Austrian mountains in the distances and this incredible structure right in front of you. It does not impact you the same WAY that the Coliseum in Rome does. The Coliseum is so ancient and amazing. But, I would say that this impacts me with the same INTENSITY as the Coliseum. One of my new most favorite places in the world. Jenny and Damita were thoroughly enjoying themselves as well! Jenny finally got her picture i front of the castle with her playing card. They took pictures of us, we took picture of them, and we all shared this special experience. We were only able to be there for 15 minutes before we had to head back down to our tour guide and make it to the entrance for our tour of the interior.

I wasn't sure what to expect on the inside. Nicole and I had made it a point not to look up pictures before so that we could be surprised. Jeff had told us that the castle was not finished before Kind Ludwig died, and therefore some of the rooms we not finished. I had very little expectations. Mostly figured it would be a stone cold interior. Jeff did not join us because the castle has its own tour guides. We had a very nice looking, young German man that sounded just like Arnold Schwarzenegger. I am not kidding. (Anna of Eva, if you are reading this,this is the accent you both cringed about with German people) The interior was as elaborate as any cathedral I have yet seen. This man Ludwig, I do believe, was a man after my own heart. He build this castle out of a need to live his own fairy tales. Every wall had a painting of an ancient story or fairy tale. The throne room had the most massive and detailed chandelier, weighing in at over 2000 lbs if I remember correctly. It could have been kilograms. Jewels and gold, murals and paintings of battles, and huge marble steps up to the pedestal. Just incredible. The halls had stone dragons and suits of armor. Everywhere was carpeted or paneled in dark woods. His bed has carvings on it that took something like 4 years to complete with 10 or more carpenters working on it. He had hidden panel doors. He had couches and indoor plumbing! And true to his fairy tales, he even had built his own indoor stone grotto. It's a shame I can relate to wanting to build something like this considering in his time, Ludwig was considered mad. If you were to ask me whether or not you should visit the Coliseum in Rome, or come to this castle, I may have to flip a coin to answer you. Once the tour was over we found we had about an hour left. Our options were to hike into the gorge with Jeff or do our own thing. Since our time on the bridge was so short, Nicole and I hoofed it back up the hill to the bridge. Best. Decision. Ever. At the other side of the bridge is the mountain on which there are trails to even more breathtaking views of the castle. Strictly speaking, these areas were advisably off limits. We didn't care! We are in Germany looking at the most amazing thing ever! We completely enjoyed ourselves and the sites. This hike has been a great memory.

After we hiked back down the hill, we met back up with Jenny and Damita to chat about our day and begin the 3 hour longer journey back. At the train station we exchanged information with the two and the four of us sauntered through the station chatting and laughing. Damita and Jenny both made us promise to visit them in Australia. They insisted we must and we made the promise! I can't believe the day we had. Meeting these two amazing ladies and getting to see the the fairy tale castle come to life has made this day a strong entry to the top highlights of our trip.

That last sentence seems like a fitting ending to our day right? Yeah, it should have been. But we still had to back to our apartment, gather our bags, get back to the station and catch a train to Memmingen. Our B&B host offered to pick us up from the station in Memmingen once we arrived. Thank goodness he offered. We only had one or two hitches on the trip there. I a frantic rush i left my cost on the train when we had to switch trains, and we also loaded on r wrong train. A stranger saved us just before we missed the connection and we finally made it to Memmingen after 11pm. A full day for sure.

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Munich time.

Sad to leave Landshut :(


June 1st, 2014

This morning found us happily waking up around 9:30. You must have those days during travel where you get enough rest. We woke up to a beautifully prepared breakfast by Anna and Eva. There were pretzels and bread, eggs and vegetables, and most importantly, a Nutella-like spread! We sat and chatted for quite a long a time. We talked about our engagement, showed pictures of some of our favorite places in the states, and revisited some of our conversations from the day before. One of our new inside jokes is that iItold Anna and Eva in my ignorance, I had been pronouncing Landshut exactly like it sounds. Land....shut. They both thought this hilarious. For the entire time we were there, they both pronounced it this "American" way. It only got funnier with each use. This is how you know you can be great friends with someone. If after only a few hours you already have inside jokes.

After breakfast was completely done, I brought out all the ingredients for s'mores that We had been packing around Europe. Anna had said the she had roasted marshmallows but never made the traditional American camping dessert before. We didn't have a fire, but never fear, Anna brought out some candles for all of us. It was fun and hilarious to cook our marshmallows over such small flames. It was a treat to share part of America with these two. They weren't the best s'mores I've ever had, but it got the point across. After we were done Anna, in true teacher form, wrote out step by step instructions to get us back to Munich. Also she wrote down many places that we could visit in such a short amount of time. It was such a relief for us to have all that travel figured out for us. We sadly headed to the bus with Anna and Eva to say goodbye and leave Landshut. In true travel craziness, the normal bus stop was full of cars for a car show, with no busses to be seen anywhere. No big deal, the bus only leaves in five minutes. Eva and Anna to the rescue! After some quick German speak to some shop owners, which I am pretty sure translated to, "Where the heck is the bus stop?", we made it to the new bus location with just enough time for quick good byes. We really will miss these two and quaint Landshut.

After arriving in Munich without a hitch (thanks to Anna's instruction) we dropped our bags at the house we were staying at and headed for downtown Munich. We basically wandered around downtown for awhile before heading to St. Peter's tower. It was a beast of a climb. Up and up and up! We were rewarded with a commanding view of Munich. Munich is absolutely massive! There is so much to see. Old building sprinkled in with modern structures. We spotted a fair looking event and decided to head for it. There were some live bands and beer stands, but we continued through . After that climb in the tower, our bellies were rumbling for dinner, and that made it mission number 1 to find food. After walking around for far too long we found a nice place where we had some fantastic German food and more fruit loops! Refueled, we headed out to the English Garden. The English Garden is a massive park in Munich much like Central Park in New York. Our goal was to find the Chinese Tower in the park since Anna had highly recommended it. We did find it and boy was it fun! There was a live Bavarian orchestra playing in the tower. There were pastries and food and those massive mugs of beer everywhere! We were full but decided it was worth the experience to split our stomach lining. We ordered a Bavarian donut and grabbed a massive mug of fruit loops. We sat and whiled away the afternoon listening to the band a people watching. It was fantastic!

Back to the room, we flopped into bed, ready for the next day. A tour of Neuschwanstein Castle!

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Beer and lemonade?

Ah Bavaria, how I love thee!

semi-overcast 68 °F

May 31st, 2014

Run! Where is the platform? We aren't going to make it! Run run run! Kindra got us to our train with not 2 minutes to spare. Holy goulash that was so close. Thank goodness Kindra lives here or we never would have made it. Off we go as Kindra runs along the train waving to us and blowing kisses. Today's journey takes us out of the Cveck Republic and back into Germany. We plan to visit Anna today in the little town of Landshut ( Lawn-suit). I have some pretty strong feelings about going to Germany that I did not anticipate.

Grandma Ola is full blooded German. I have been told by many people in the countries I have visited that of all the countries, I look like I am German. I feel a sense of pride to be visiting this country. I also feel more at ease than usual thinking that I will finally LOOK like a local, as if I could have been born here. I have a very warm spot in my heart for this land, and feeling this way was surprising to me.

We arrived in Landshut with no way to contact Anna. This is very typical of our travels. Seek out wi-fi. My first impressions of Landshut were not good. The train station is on the outskirts of town and the buildings were much more modern than I expected. Not modern like up to date, modern like driving down Seltice between Spokane street and Idaho street. Maybe I mean to say, American feeling. It did not feel like Germany. We finally found free internet if I stood on my tiptoes, in front of a church where there happened to be a wedding taking place. Anna responded to my message and took off to find us. She might be the nicest person on the planet. When she arrived and we said hi, she insisted on taking Nicole's backpack from her while we walked to her flat. When we arrived she continued her amazing hospitality. Food, drink, rest, whatever we needed. We knew she had lots of studying to do, but she insisted on taking us around the town and then somewhere to eat. Unexpectedly and very awesomely (not a real word), Anna's room mate Eva decided to join us. I learned something new talking with Eva. It makes perfect sense, and I must have been dense not to consider it before. Eva has an Irish boyfriend. "So what?", you say? Her english has an Irish lilt to it. Not a German accent. What? Anna speaks with an American accent and Eva with an Irish! Of course it would work that way! You learn your accent by those that speak around you! It was actually a bit disorienting to think that both of them are German-born and raised when their accents aren't German. Just mull that one over your thoughts for a moment. Eva is equally as awesome as Anna and Nicole and I both were very happy she came along. We went down to the river for something to drink, where I had another first experience.

The girls all ordered some German beer and i had to confess that I did not like beer. Anna was shocked. So they introduced me to a radler (rod-lur with the r either rolled or scratched in the back of your throat). Brace yourself because it might sound horrendous. It is some sort of german beer mixed with lemonade! Like a Bavarian Arnold Palmer! I am thinking that it sounds terrible, but we are traveling and new experiences are the name of the game! It tasted like fruit loops. I am not even kidding. Toucan Sam fruit loops.

I wish I had recorded all the conversations that Anna, Eva, Nicole and I had during this day. Conversations like these are the enriching experiences that makes travel so addictive. One in particular while I drank my fruit loops, had to do with Bavaria. In my ignorance, I never thought Bavaria would be an area of Germany. To me, Bavaria IS Germany and Germany is Bavaria. Not so. The southern part of Germany is Bavaria and the north is something different. The Bavarians have more slang speak whereas the north speaks incredibly proper and annunciation German. Traditional dress, like lederhosen, is also extremely Bavaria. Leavenworth is most definitely a Bavarian recreation. They are also not as warm as the Bavarians according to Anna and Eva. Or conversation continued to be fun and stimulating. We figured out that Eva and Anna a both dying to visit the states with the same passion that we have for Europe. Eva wants to visit Glacier and see bears almost more than anything!

After our drinks were done we took off to visit a lace the locals deem to be the very best food in Landshut. They werent kidding. Weinerschnitzel, sauerkraut, good conversation and fun were to follow. At this dinner we had the most pointed and revealing conversation of the trip. As nicely as i could, I asked the girls their opinion on WWII and Hitler. They weren't even remotely offended and began telling us a lot. First, they learn about Hitler every single school year growing up. Why it all happened, how it all happened, and how to prevent it from happening again. The bit of conversation that blew me away had to do with German culture. There seems to be a massive sense of shame or regret or something similar, country wide because of WWII. Eva explained that there is a reason we do not see German flags hanging everywhere as is typical in the states. I know I am going to butcher this, but I will describe it the best I can. To have a German flag outside your house would be a sign of immense pride in your country. But, how can you be proud when Hitler is your heritage? Does that make sense? So, no flags out. The good news is that German pride and flags are acceptable during the World Cup. Anna said it is a great time to see all the flags and the shared national pride. I was blown away by this conversation. We also talked about the schooling that the two girls are doing right now. They are both teachers. Right now they are through the initial five years of university and in to their 2 years of student teaching. The standards that they have to achieve are unreal. I understand now why Anna needed to study this weekend. They have to be perfect. Anna's exam is a teaching exam. She has to teach a subject, our pilgrims of all things, to her pupils while she is graded. She must begin and end on time. Each word of the lesson must be perfect. Every word must be planned. No stuttering or making any show that you don't know the subject material. They must segue yesterday's lesson seamlessly into today's lesson in such a way that the students make it seem as though it was their idea and not the teacher's. Logical linear transitions throughout the entire lesson. These must be perfect. She must also choose students, before she ever gets to class, on whom she will call upon during class. She needs to know the level of intelligence and be able to guess the response that each student she calls upon will give. If the student answers incorrectly, then Anna is docked points. If the segue isn't lock tight, she is docked points. Its is absolutely stringent. I would say that the reality is 10 times more intense that what I was feebly able to explain just now.

After dinner we dropped the two off for studies while we went and had dessert. We only lasted an hour and headed back for bed. Landshut has been an absolute highlight!

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