Today is Fathers Day in Germany, a holiday that is traditionally celebrated by all the fathers getting together and drinking all day long. I guess the mothers are home with the kids. Mothers Day came before we got here. What the women did then we can only guess.
Our hotel had a special Fathers Day breakfast this morning. As we sipped coffee, waitresses kept coming by with trays loaded with beer and schnapps and Jagermeister. No telling what shape these fathers will be in by evening. Even in this small village the streets are loud with voices and music. My favorite song so far has been a sped-up, punk-rock version of “Boys of Summer,” which worked surprisingly well.
I can see you….