The lovely German countryside.
Elliott with the pet pot-bellied pig, Big Bertha.
The absurdly beautiful Rhine.
Me and a "round" of Koelsch.
And now I'm home (for a certain value of "home") in Las Vegas, driving on wide boulevards and shivering in the ubiquitous air conditioning. Emily Dickinson once wrote that "Pain has an element of blank." I think that travel is much the same. Without the thousand or so pictures that I took on this trip, I doubt that I could have remembered half of the places we'd seen and things we'd done. I wish that I could say that our trip was a life-changing experience, but for the most part, it was just spending some good times (and not-so-good times) with Elliott in some of the most beautiful places in the world. And that? Is really all that I wanted.
