We are home safely after five weeks in Europe. It was a great tour. I know I always say that, but it always is.
May Day is Labor Day in Germany. Since our gig, an outdoor fest by a maypole somewhere, had been cancelled, we holed up for an extra day in the small town of Zwoenitz, in what had once been the DDR — East Germany. The couple who ran the Ratskeller restaurant had planned to close that evening, but they took pity on the starving Americans and stayed open to cook us dinner. Bernd, the owner, spoke no English, but when he learned we were musicians, he went upstairs and came back with a nylon-string guitar and a book of popular songs. Then he phoned his guitar instructor, who showed up a little later with several friends and another guitar. We sang some songs in English. They sang some in German. Then we delved into the song book.
This video from that evening pretty much sums up the way I feel about the whole trip:
(Photo at top by Wolfpack Rosesbrook)