April 25th
Frankfurt airport
The car we rented
Driving down highway A5 in Germany. German soil is different that Canadian soil.
Typical German Autobahn
I feel like a knob talking German to Germans, almost like I am insulting them by butchering their language. So far there have only been two people that I have talked two:
- The man at the Hertz counter where we rented our car.
- The man who ran the coffee shop in the Frankfurt airport, where I ordered the largest cup of coffee that I could. It was tiny.
30 minutes into driving and my brother has to pee, sheesh, he's got a terrible road trip bladder.
Stopping for a pee and a cheese sandwich
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