All my life I have heard my father talk about his time in the army when he was stationed in Berlin. It is a place I have always wanted to visit with him and I regularly wear his jacket commemorating his time there. I thought I would finally get my chance four years ago and then our plans fell through. This summer I finally got my chance.
Summer 2010 European tour
It will take me quite awhile to get all the photos edited and posted, but as I do I will index them here.
July 27 – Almost in the Air
Minneapolis: We seem to be off to a good start (aside from the collection of dead pens I apparently brought with me): I got everything organized and packed (as far as I can tell), finished what HAD to be done at work (from home, via my personal computer), finally found a cart to whisk us to gate G22 (it took awhile), no problem with our first class seats (Dad is flying on my frequent flier miles and it seemed too good to be true), and we have a pilot who actually has a sense of humor (I was beginning to think TSA had banned that) and who has been roaming surveying the first-time first-class fliers and all the kids as to whether they would like to fly upside down or right-side up.
Atlanta: This seemed as if it would be a quick change, but we spend over an hour on the runway waiting for a rain shower at the end of the runway to clear. I know this is true because I noticed the poorly located and very isolated rainstorm through my window. But an hour seems like a long time to wait for a storm that is so localized that it is barely cloudy where we are waiting on the runway and there are only a few drops of rain.
It could be worse. When we fly out, I count 34 planes waiting to take off after us.
And now we really are on our way.
July 28 – Salzburg, Austria
We Arrive in Munich – Sans Luggage
I’m waiting at the luggage carousel, a little woozy after the flight, when I hear what could be my last name announced. While I’m usually ecstatic to hear my name called when I’m waiting to check into a flight (can you say “upgrade”?) I’m thinking it’s probably a bad sign when they call your name at baggage claim.
Which turns out to be correct. Delta has indeed neglected to transfer our luggage in Atlanta.
In all the flying I’ve done, this is the first time my bag hasn’t arrived with or ahead of me, so I was due.
They promise it will be delivered to the hotel in the morning and provide a couple of overnight kits. . . it could be worse.
July 29 – Salzburg, Austria, and Berchtesgaden, Germany
View through the bus window on the way to Berchtesgaden
Scenes from the trip between Salzburg and Berchtesgaden:
We are in Berchtesgaden today because the one thing my dad is a big World War II history buff and has always wanted to go to Berchtesgaden to see Hitler’s Eagles Nest. I have booked us on a half-day tour that will take us up the mountain to the Eagle’s Nest with a stop along the way to tour a portion of the extensive tunnel system the Nazis built into the mountain.
The temperature right now, in this valley, is probably in the low 60s and is likely to drop as we ascend the mountain. Past experience in various caves and the Maginot Line indicate the temperature inside the tunnel system will be about 50 degrees and damp. We are already wet from our dash through the rain – did I mention it was pouring? And, of course, Delta had not yet delivered our luggage by the time we had to leave Salzburg, meaning that we are still wearing the clothes we had on when we left Minneapolis. . . while neither of us are wearing shorts and tank tops, we aren’t exactly dressed for this outing.
I can tell the folks running Eagle’s Nest Historical Tours think we are morons (although they must see a lot of those, since the tour information specifically references “warm clothes” in several places) so I reiterate a number of times that we are victims of lost luggage. (Although I don’t admit that it never occurred to me to add an umbrella to my shopping list when I was out buying replacement items yesterday afternoon.) I even run back through the rain to the train station in search of sweatshirts and umbrellas, to no avail.
One of the women working for the tour company kindly loans us her very large umbrella. Still, I fear it is going to be a very miserable afternoon.
And then she returns with a bundle in her arms – a large heavy sweatshirt for me and a beautiful warm jacket for my father. She claims they have been lying in the back of her car for weeks, waiting to be delivered to the German equivalent of Goodwill. Her only request is that we do NOT return them at the end of the day.
I am so grateful for kind and generous people.
On the Mountain
Salzburg and the Austrian Lake Country
Salzburg at Night
July 31 – Salzburg
Taking in the view
August 1 – By Train to Berlin
August 2 – Berlin Germany
August 3, 2010 – Wittenberg, Germany
August 4 – Berlin
August 5 – Potsdam and Berlin
August 6 – Spandau and Berlin
August 7 – Berlin
August 8 – Travel to Finland
August 9 – Kronoby, Finland
August 10 – Kokkola, Kronoby, and the surrounding area
August 11 – Traveling through Finland by rail and sea
August 12 –
August 13 – Touring Rural Sweden
August 14 –
- Are You Looking for a Summer Cottage in Sweden?
- Långasand Beach (Long Sand Beach)
- In a Family Garden
- Rolfstorp Church
- Grimeton Radio Station
August 15 –