I have had all I can take. I need to go to sleep. One more beer and I'll puke. I need to get up at 6:30 in the morning to check us out and get a taxi. I am swearing off beer for at least three months. (Yea, right, that oath lasted about 36 hours. We got back on a Tuesday, and the next night I was out drinking beers again.) At least I left Germany with out any marks on me. Well, except for those cirrhosis spots on my liver. I am ready to do it again next year!

One last photo. Location: Munich airport. Subject: Mike Rothchild. Ailments: Dehydaration, headache, upheaval in the stomach, and emission of alcoholic odors. Cure: One long-ass plane ride.