Getting Head...

And you thought getting head was all about beer.

Who's driving this bus?

Netherlands: arrive, check-in and head north to fishing village, perhaps boat with Barbus and attractive women, dinner in Alkmaar canal-side, train back to Amsterdam. Crash (or not) then tour Amsterdam: more boating (tourists this time,) brewery, dinner, and visit old-town. Crash (or not) and early morning train to Munchen. Meet team at HofBrauHaus, visit grounds, dinner, bier-garten, crash. Now: what day trips? Nostalgia tour: the castle, Eagle's Nest, and revisit both monasteries? That's four - we get three.

I'm along for the ride.

OK, I'm up, and you insult me?

After months of absence, I am goaded into awareness and the need for participation. In surfeit of consideration, an initial post is controversy free.

The glee of my comrades in travel, day-trips, and um, beer - spurs them to greet me with intestinal burritos.

Harumph!

Quiet! Sleeping here.

Zzz. Snort. Wha? OK, I guess it's time to get up.

So, I hear there's pizza beer being brewed in Chicago. Wonder what that's like.

Our California couple is recently back from the islands. The Amsterdam crew is off in Majorca (off the Spanish coast,) and Chugger (and company) head off to bella Italia. Me? Maybe I should go back to sleep.

Ninety days to Munich? I can sleep that long.

This thing work?

tap tap tap. This thing work?