Thank Goodness

Posted from Spangdahlem Air Force Base, near Trier, Germany

Thank goodness we have a serviceman in the family. We get to wake up to "Reveille" every morning at our base accommodations and we listen to "Taps" each night. 

Thank goodness European countries require their school children to be proficient in two, and sometimes three, foreign languages. One of them is English. 

Thank goodness for fun family members to travel with. The fact that the BBIL was convinced that Damen (women) in German means Mensroom is a story for another time. 

Thank goodness for "Inga" our GPS. She is directing us around the Germany without too much "Recalculating". Today she told us of a real time 'stagnation' on the highway and provided a beautiful detour. She's a keeper.

Thank goodness for good ol' Pizza Hut Express when you get back to the base late and everything else is closed down.

Thank goodness German people have a good sense of humor. The buildings are so close to the streets and the streets so narrow that it's hard to tell the them from sidewalks. And I do believe we drove down a sidewalk to find a breakfast place to eat this morning. (Inga?) As we emerged we had several tables of locals smiling and shaking their heads. 

Thank goodness we have speed limits in the USA. Driving on the Autobahn with cars zipping by at over 100 MPH is a wee bit nerveracking.

Thank goodness cigarette vending machines are a thing of the past back home. They are quite commonplace here.

Thank goodness a fondness for flowers is universal. Here I feel like I've died and gone to "Flower Heaven". Window boxes are growing on me (no pun intended).

Thank goodness taking vacation pictures and sharing them quickly has taken the place of sitting in someone's darkened living room for a slide show on "How I Spent My Summer Vacation".

                               

                                       Looking out at vineyards on the Moselle River