No Direction Home

Sunday was a day of learning when to go with plan B. It was Palm Sunday, so we wanted to find the English-speaking catholic church which is about a half hour away. As we got ready, I (pete) picked up my phone only to discover the time had magically sprung ahead overnite. We actually missed the EU version of daylight savings time. No excuses, we talked about this the night before as we played scrabble with our american friends (after dinner at our new favorite(!) Italian restaurant in Wiesbaden). So... plan B. Let's go find the church anyway and go for a drive around the area to see where stuff is.

After finding and visiting the church, we were getting hungry and I remembered seeing this American sports bar in town. Since I have missed the entire final four so far, I thought maybe I could see some reruns. I walked in to see the most wonderful site - 4 TVs with a different game on each one. It turns out, they run the AFN - Armed Forces Network - in this bar and they get the entire CBS feed without commercials. OK, you do have to suffer through a few "be all you can be" infomercials. So, I got to see the Saturday region finals AND have an all-u-can-eat buffet... a true American Sunday afternoon.

None of this was on Plan A. We finally found our way home and did the usual Sunday afternoon reading and radio. And, since it was still so light outside, we went for a walk to see a forested area we had seen on our drive earlier in the day. About the time we got to the trailhead, it began to rain. Plan B. We finally found our direction home for good.

This weekend we are headed to Milan and Lake Como for a short Easter trip.
Tschus! and Ciao!