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Wedding in Europa

Paul and Sandy strolled through Berlin airport wide-eyed and wondrous, taking in the visual smorgasbord capturing their senses at every turn. The history, the culture, the attire and speech patterns; the German language they had yet to learn were all mentally and emotionally transformative at first glance. Every scene and spectacle was more like a dream as they passed through gate after gate of armed security personnel and eventually to a small café with overpriced coffee that was simply delicious. The long wait for the others had begun but first it was up to them to figure out the transportation process to Bavaria so they sought out the tourist office which informed them there were trains leaving every hour. They merely had to step outside the main gates and find the blue-colored “B” platform. Three hours to wait for Paul and Sandy’s parents remained (who found seats on the same flight) and the Halstons who’d be arriving two and half hours later so it was going to be a long haul. They took the opportunity to step out into the vibrant pulse of the city and have a look around. Of the three airports in Berlin, they arrived at the Schonefeld Airport which was outside the central portion of the city. Nevertheless, there was plenty to see and do because everything was still new and interesting from their fresh perspective. The avant-garde buildings and pulse of life struck them on a gut level and impacted them like space travelers in uncharted lands while Sandy held onto his arm tightly as they “oohed” and “aahed” their way through panoramic streets on the outskirts of town.

“What do you want to do first?” Paul looked at her, “There’s not much around here from a tourist’s standpoint but we can take a taxi somewhere to get a closer look at the city if you want. First, we need to go back to the tourist center and ask for a map though.” They couldn’t decipher much from the map so ended up staying in the airport for the remaining two hours (rather than getting lost in an unfamiliar city), drinking coffee and beer instead. Both being worth the inflated prices as luck would have it. When their parents arrived, Paul’s appeared completely done in from all the security procedures and bumpy flight experience with Dad’s face whiter than ever before and Mom not much better, albeit a bit more composed than Dad. Neither had flown in better than fifteen years and, since that time, everything had changed insofar as flying protocols and security red tape were concerned. Sandy’s parents, by contrast, looked practically unfazed by the whole thing.

“You guys OK? You look like you’ve been through a harrowing experience or something.”

“We’re alright…,” Dad declared, leaning a bit to one side, “…we’re just not accustomed to how complicated flying has become in the modern world. We had our bags unpacked and searched and we were asked a lot of intrusive questions back in the good old US of A of all things! Made us feel like regular terrorists,” frowning intensely.

“Just the normal course of life these days, old timer,” Paul explained sympathetically, “It’s shocking but thankfully we didn’t get pulled aside this time…you can miss your flight in some cases. 9/11 turned the stress of flying into the even greater stress of dealing with endless security and bureaucracy. Anyway, you’re here now so let’s get you to a nice restaurant immediately. We haven’t eaten anything yet.”

“I take it your flight was problem-free?” Mom asked him.

“Other than the usual snoring, loud people and crying babies, it went off without a hitch. German security was actually very polite and helpful which was a nice welcome considering we were afraid they might look us up and down because we’re Americans.”

“You did mention something about eating I recall?” Dad echoed forcefully, “The meal on the plane wasn’t much more than a snack and my stomach’s been growling for the past five hours.”

“Hope the Halstons have a better experience than you guys did, god knows how long it’s been since they’ve flown which is bound to take a greater toll on them,” Sandy remarked.

“But they’re made of that tough older generation stock, they can handle just about anything I’d imagine,” Mom adopted the most positive stance on the situation, “I wouldn’t put anything past that generation. They are the backbone of America and probably every other nation too!”

“Let’s hurry up and grab a bite,” Dad was quick to remind them as he began walking in the direction of the restaurants. “We’ve got a long wait so let’s settle in and enjoy ourselves.”

“He’s right!” Mom agreed with the others close behind.

When the Halstons arrived they were as lively and starry-eyed as anyone could’ve imagined and a lot more than expected even in light of all the “greatest generation” talk. Mrs. Halston greeted them with such enthusiasm she made everyone relieved to see her and further reinforced her position as the unofficial spiritual guide of the group, gazing at them with the most irrepressible joy and laughter in her eyes that overshadowed a slight grin underneath. She hugged them while nudging her husband to do the same.

“This is too much!” she exulted. “I can’t believe we’re really here. I knew it was coming but nothing prepares you for the actual on the spot experience,” grabbing Paul’s and Sandy’s arms and walking between them on their way out of the airport.

“Next the train to Bavaria, but oh wait, are you two OK to travel another few hours? I forgot to ask how long the train ride was,” Paul felt a little embarrassed. “We can stay in Berlin for the night if you two aren’t up for another long journey right away.”

Mrs. Halston laughed, “Of course we’re ready! I’d love to stay in Berlin for a few days but we’ll come back after the wedding. Don’t want to stand in the way of progress. It’ll be the sheer delight of my life to see you two get hitched!”

“She hasn’t talked about much else the entire time,” informed Mr. Halston, “She told everyone on the plane why we were going to Germany and even made me buy a brand new camera for the event,” shaking his head while holding up a small but expensive Nikon with a rather intricate-looking lens. “I was certain she was going to invite everyone on the plane to the wedding.”

They quickly sat down at a fast food restaurant to order a prodigious amount of food and gorge themselves like 15th century royalty, passing ketchup and mustard back and forth while sharing fries and drinking each other’s drinks. It was all very confusing but equally as fun as it was chaotic. There were admittedly a few instances of “Hey! That’s mine!” for those who were particularly committed to their choices but, other than that, things went rather smoothly for a stint at the junk food Mecca they happened upon. They hopped the train to Bavaria with a bit more energy and laughter as they found seats in the same general area and managed to haggle their way into a more insulated group setting by nicely asking other passengers if they could sit together. Mrs. Halston only had to mention “the wedding” three or four times to guilt them into compliance. When they arrived at their destination, they checked in at the hotel and quickly separated for a much needed escape to slumberland.

Next morning, they gathered around the breakfast table to make plans for the next few days. Paul and Sandy had decided the marriage would be held in a small church just outside Bavaria which Sandy had contacted and secured before they left. Sandy suggested they all visit the church in the morning to view the setting and even practice their roles beforehand (which were greatly simplified for a small ceremony). They all agreed because they couldn’t refuse the reason they were there in the first place.

The church was middle 13th century with tall stained-glass windows, a thin spire and ominous winged gargoyles perched on top. It was simply stunning and looked even more impressive than the pictures they sent. Paul and Sandy couldn’t help giggling and holding each other’s hands like grade school kids which helped to alleviate any afflictions of “cold feet” either of them felt and even made the marriage seem “ordained by God” due to the beauty of their surroundings (or perhaps Paul just wanted to see it that way since it offered a supreme sense of comfort. Paul and Sandy walked down the aisle as the others sat “oooh’ing and “aaah’ing” throughout the entire spectacle. The young couple looked very serious and tried not to smile throughout the rehearsal even though the anticipation of the final moment was building inside them. The old priest with flowing white hair and noble presence donned his processional hat and watched from the pulpit with a look of doting approval on his face. He had seen many weddings before but this group appealed to him on a certain level he found difficult to define. His face was permanently serious but his eyes twinkled with a certain fascination none of them had ever seen in a pastor before.

“Mom and Dad, you can come up and stand beside me and Sandy’s parents can stand beside her.” Mrs. Halston began furiously taking photos and grinning like someone witnessing youthful happiness for the first time, muttering squeals of delight as the rehearsal moved slowly and surely toward the final climax of matrimonial union. When Paul slipped the ring on Sandy’s finger, Mrs. Halston lost all control and her husband had to hold her while sobbing a bit himself. Not being as much of a tough guy as he pretended.

Sandy’s mom also began to cry and exceeded Mrs. Halston in number of pictures taken per minute as well as random outbursts of pure parental delight. She hugged Sandy and Paul when it was over while going into exhaustive detail about how great everything looked and how this moment, of all things, would be the absolute pinnacle of their lives. Sandy fully agreed and Paul remained silent otherwise he might start crying too. The ceremony had affected him a lot more than he expected.

“Let’s go back to the hotel and remind ourselves who will be coming next and when. The church can hold at least one hundred and fifty people but I doubt we’ll need that much space. Be nice if that many came though, wouldn’t it?” looking at Sandy with a glow in his eyes.

“Small and intimate is better,” she reminded him, “We want only the truest of the true at our wedding, don’t you agree, baby?”

“Whatever does it for you, babe. That’s all that matters to me. As long as we’re man and wife when all’s said and done I don’t much care how we get there,” gripping her hand tightly. “Big ceremonies are wonderful but intimacy more than typifies what love’s all about.”

When they arrived back and the hotel they realized that at least 50 people had already said they would come as the replies to invitations began rolling in at a prodigious pace. Most of them would arrive in a few days and it became incumbent upon them to make sure the reception hall could accommodate all the replies and any and all that might come after.

“The priest said we could use the church basement…,” Sandy reminded him, “…and the capacity is close to a hundred so we should be fine. There’s no extra charge for the use of it and he said there’s a garden outside for any guests who wish to get a breath of fresh air between eating and dancing. He’s a nice man and really fits the image of a European priest, doesn’t he? Simply amazing. The icing on the wedding cake if you will,” Sandy giggled to herself. “Did you get a look at the reception and garden area? The garden is filled with beautiful bushes, fruit trees, flowers and a fountain with lots of stone benches to sit and contemplate the wonder of nature.”

“You mean like getting married?” Paul laughed. “No, I didn’t see it but I trust your taste of course. Besides if it’s anything like the rest of the church, I know it’ll be perfect and better then we could’ve imagined. Just like everything else so far.”

“My parents can’t believe this is all happening so fast,” Sandy said to him, “Last night they even asked if I’m making the right decision.”

“They are worried about me? Whether I’m the right man? That’s typical I guess. How do you feel when they say such things? Does it put a wedge between you and your parents?” watching her very closely.

“I guess even though I’m reluctant to admit it, I love you and I’d never trade you for anyone on earth. I love my parents too but they’ve always been suspicious of you and wonder if you’re really good for me or an awful curse,” sadly.

“They don’t think I can make you happy?” feeling a bit hurt at the thought.

“I don’t know, it worries me,” she said confidentially. “My mom seems to like you but my dad hides a lot of reservations about us.”

“Well, we’ll just have to prove him wrong then, won’t we? Proving is better than talking any day,” he said confidently. “I do know you and I will be a lot happier together than alone.”

The day of the wedding came off without a hitch, more or less. Some of the guests were still suffering major cases of jet lag and got lost on the way to Bavaria. Still others couldn’t find the right church because of incomplete directions but, in the end, everyone was where they were supposed to be and Paul and Sandy entered their marital vows with a gloriously unassuming ceremony and a slew of gifts they were now saddled with the task of either sending home or storing somewhere in Germany. In the end, Paul and Sandy’s parents brought most of the gifts back home, excluding the ones small enough to take in the newlyweds’ luggage. The cash gifts amounted to several thousands dollars which would make traveling a bit less stressful as far as finances were concerned.

At the reception, the drinking was kept under control by the fact that they didn’t order too much because some of their friends might be tempted to turn it into a frat party with all the trimmings. Not Myra of course but Alex for sure (who’d decided to make the trip at the last moment). Myra was particularly touched by the ceremony and vowed to have an equally as simple a wedding (which, she noted, might be in the works since she was in a serious relationship now). The conversation was happy and lively with a lot of focus around the young couple’s future plans and whether they’d ever come back home again after seeing the great, big world out there.

“Of course we will,” Sandy assured their inquisitors, “Home is home and no other place will ever feel the same but we have to see what else is out there and how the “other half” lives in a manner of speaking.” Her parents and most of her friends seemed to be satisfied with the answer and even the priest blessed their undertaking with a subtle warm smile that expressed more approval than even he was aware of. Mr. Halston meanwhile reminded Paul that he had to come back for “that sweet gem of a ride” he was now charged with and, if he didn’t, what on earth would he do with such a beast when he lost all of his mobility and sight?

Paul laughed, “Well, you make a good point. I do love that car but I’m also anxious to see what sort of prospects are out there as far as lifestyles in far-flung places go.” Not forgetting to mention he was looking forward to seeing the many charms of Europe and felt something like a bird out of the nest doing so.

After two more days everyone went their separate ways except for Paul and Sandy’s parents and the Halstons. The “skeleton crew” planned to stay at a lodge high in the Alps to get the full continental picture postcard experience before the young couple escaped to their honeymoon and utterly disparate agenda. Visiting the Alps and staying in a snow-covered wonderland would be the height of their expectations of winter “Eurovisions”.

“There’s a mountain resort not far from here, looks to be about ten miles as the crow flies but probably no more than twenty-five on these snow dusty roads. It’s very German and gorgeous. Look!” Sandy showed them pictures of an alpine structure couched in the middle of towering cliffs where the snow seemed to hang on for dear life in the background. She pictured them all sitting together by the fire after a day of skiing and sharing adventure stories about how they fell down, got up or got lost in unfamiliar surroundings while gorging themselves to heart’s content on exotic food. Clinking glasses and laughing heartily.

The final destination was Hotel Zugspitze at the base of breathtaking mountain scenery that unquestionably outdid any postcard of Teutonic pastoral splendor. The comfort was legendary but the skiing even more so as the Halstons tried their hand (and feet) at it for the first time. It was fun—and a little humorous—to see the elder couple enjoy “their” honeymoon even more than Sandy and Paul did. Sandy giggled with delight and wondered if they’d be half as sprightly in their golden years? What a great model couple they were! By contrast, Sandy’s parents were old hands at the skiing program and ran rings around the rest of the group while going off on the most challenging slopes available. Although not big fans of rented skis, they managed as well as any championship skier and Sandy couldn’t believe the way the experience put the roses back in their cheeks.

Sharon joined them after the wedding a few days in. She’d gone to visit a friend in Munich after the reception with the promise to meet them at the resort for a few days of much-needed R&R after the flight and wedding. She was inspired by how easily the newly-minted couple had taken to married life and perhaps a little jealous she hadn’t snapped up Paul for herself in the long gone past. Privately, she wondered if it would’ve been the same if they’d gotten to the altar first. Perhaps not, because these two were like a couple of little kids off their parents’ leash for the first time.

Later that night and shivering beside the fire after falling on her butt countless times, Sharon made her declaration of hope and blessing to Paul and Sandy: “You two will certainly live a long and happy life I believe. I sincerely hope you have many great experiences abroad and begin a solid and loving family together.”

Paul’s mom clapped upon hearing this and went over to sit next to Sharon as her soul sister. Instinctively, she could see Sharon was a little sad at watching Paul get taken by another woman but was touched by how well she was dealing with it. “You are a lovely human being and I adore you,” she said, “Did you enjoy the wedding ceremony? I didn’t get the chance to talk to you before you left.”

“It was absolutely splendid! I’ve never been inside a church so small and charming and Sandy was gorgeous in her choice of wedding dress. I have to admit I cried a little bit, not just because of the wedding but because Paul really looked like the type of man I want to marry someday.”

“He did look fabulous, didn’t he? Like the man any woman would want to marry because he’ll not only make a great husband but because he’s very attentive to women’s needs.”

“Absolutely!”

“So, you haven’t been on the slopes yet, have you? You think tomorrow will be the big day? Don’t be afraid to make a fool of yourself because most of us have already fallen on our butts so many times we haven’t a shred of dignity left.”

“It’s practically a rite of passage then. I’m sure I won’t fare better than anyone else but I did take some skiing lessons when I was in my early teens so maybe it’s just like riding a bicycle and it’ll all come back to me,” she giggled nervously. “Of course, maybe it won’t and I’ll just be another bungler in everyone’s way.”

“How much longer are you planning to stay in Europe? I think you mentioned wanting to visit Italy since you’d never been there before,” she asked in point of fact.

“Yes, Greece too, but the country seems to be having some political problems at the moment and could be a bit dangerous for a single woman traveling alone. Not that I’ve ever let that stop me before…,” she was quick to point out.

“You’ll be alright wherever you go and whatever you do,” with her arm around Sharon’s shoulders. “You struck out on your own in Asia and I don’t know anyone who’s done anything remotely close to that…and you spent a lot of time over there too which still amazes me,” observing her carefully.

“I hope I find someone like Paul someday,” she said with a slight tear at the corner of her eye. “I’ve been feeling really lonely since I got back home and seeing Paul getting married has kind of made it worse for me.”

“I know and you will, what about that former boyfriend of yours, Charlie? Do you still keep in touch with him? I remember you two getting along quite well and you comparing Paul to him from time-to-time.”

“He moved to California a year ago and I haven’t spoken with him since. I suppose I could look him up…,” she replied with a note of hope in her voice. “He was a good man and I was pretty sorry when he moved away. Paul would be a better choice I think. Anyway, I hate feeling depressed on this happy occasion.”

“It’s only natural and don’t worry. By the way, do you mind if we go out skiing together tomorrow? I’d love to spend some time with you and catch up a bit. I feel like I’ve missed so much in the years you’ve been away,” she explained strongly. “You were, at one time, the person I hoped Paul would start a family with and I’d like to know every last detail about your overseas adventure.”

“Of course, you mean just the two of us skiing alone? We could invite Sandy and have an all-girl outing to cover all the juicy gossip as it happened,” Sharon winked with a knowing grin.

“That would be outstanding! I’ll ask her. We can really rip into the men in our lives while they do their macho competition thing.”

“Wonderful, I look forward to that.”

The next day, the ladies and gents separated into their gender-specific groups and began their departure to alternate slopes. Sandy’s mom also joined them even though she wanted to hit the more difficult slopes on her own. The medium difficulty slopes didn’t inspire her much but it was worth it to be with the girls where they could share their own thoughts and impressions about the wedding as well as trading personal evaluations of everything said and done during the affair. The ladies of the group took full advantage of the opportunity to discuss each and every detail: how everything looked, felt or influenced them at the time.

“It was one of the most wonderful things in my life,” remarked Sandy’s mom, “Small but powerful and heart-touching in every respect. I mean the emotional quality when Paul held her by the waist made me cry more than I ever thought possible….leastways near as I can recall. Feel like I could burst into tears just thinking about it now.”

“And when he placed the ring on her finger and the priest gave his permission to kiss the bride—-the way his head was arched and the depth of his voice—-was like the Lord himself blessing their union. It felt that way to me anyway,” explained Sharon. “I hope I have a wedding with such overwhelming emotion and breathtaking beauty.”

“We should all be that lucky,” replied Mrs. Halston. “Paul makes such a handsome husband and so classy and well-mannered. How could any woman resist that? It was simply lovely.”

“Thank you,” said Paul’s mom. “I feel the same way but I don’t want to brag about my own son in front of other people and risk sounding like an overly doting parent.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Sandy’s mom assured her, “There’s no other way to describe what happened except perfection and grace. I mean, small as it was, it was perfect even with the small mishaps here and there.”

“You mean like when Sandy’s dress got snagged at the end of a pew and the train almost tore off? Fortunately Mr. Halston was quick to act or things could’ve gotten ugly.”

“Yes, that was lucky,” Sandy’s mom strapped on her skis while gazing at the others, expecting to wait a considerable time since she was dealing with rank amateurs. She was suitably patient even though she wanted nothing more than to hit the slopes as soon as possible.

“Our resident ski expert awaits us,” Mrs. Halston nodded toward Sandy’s mom. “I get the feeling we’re holding her back a bit. You were a ski instructor at one point, weren’t you?”

“Yes, before I met my husband I was literally dubbed, “queen of the slopes” at a resort I worked at because I put on shows for the competitive events. I was even asked to compete in the Olympics at one point but I injured my right knee in training and it never fully recovered. At least not as well as required to compete at the top levels of skiing,” she explained with a certain pride and tragedy combined.

“That’s amazing, I’ll bet you would’ve been something in the Olympics too! I’ve seen your skiing style and you are head-and-shoulders above anyone else on the mountain. There are some fabulous skiers around here too!” Mrs. Halston bubbled with admiration.

“Thank you but you’re embarrassing me a bit now. Kinda feel like I’m being roasted by Dean Martin in some way!” she giggled nervously.

They had a good chuckle at her feigned persecution and decided to hit the slopes one more time after the huddle they’d been in over an hour finally dissolved. Sunlight was beginning to wane and it was their last chance to reach the top for another glide down before night closed in and a different breed of skier—-the night skier—-ruled the mountain. Sandy remained with Paul’s Mom and Mrs. Halston in an attempt to solidify familial bonds as much as possible before they embarked on their own distant excursions. Staying on the easy slopes as much as possible in order to strike a balance between outdoor recreation and serious and intimate dialogue about anything and everything come to mind.

Later that evening on the last night for most of them, they ate like pigs and drank like fish in order to facilitate good times and get all their most embarrassing and endearing character foibles out in full view. It was a vaunted tradition among friends and family alike who were parting for unknown durations of time.

The fire raged in the dining room and the discussion became more raucous and outrageous with each passing minute it seemed. “Paul is going to be one of those old married men that refuses to push the baby cart because it’s unmanly, what do you think?” Mr. Halston kidded him.

“Yes, he looks like the type,” Sandy laughed. “I’ll force him to do it though cause I’m not planning on taking care of the children alone,” she winked with a liquored and lax face. “Marriage is a contract and there’s no getting out of it!” laughing at her own silliness.

“Well, then do I get a 100% money back guarantee if not completely satisfied?” Paul perpetuated the laugh riot that went on all night. “Maybe I should’ve gotten my lawyer instead of a priest!” winking back at her with an uncontainable smile. “Now that we’re on the subject, do I need a lawyer once we have kids to ensure they are fully protected under family happiness and fulfillment laws? I need to make sure they are raised in accordance with the values and principles I hold dear, don’t I?”

This caused another round of table and glass shaking laughter. “You tell her Paul!” remarked Mr. Halston. “Let her know who’s gonna wear the pants in the family!”

“I will—-she is!” he feigned stammering, “I have no illusions about that!”

The next morning, they all woke up and had breakfast a little after nine with a succession of moans and groans around the table from the heavy and severely impaired heads. Sandy and Mrs. Halston could barely hold their heads off the table and kept resting their chins in their hands with the hope of holding something on the order of intelligible conversation. In the end, sufficient amounts of food, water and juice were consumed in the hopes of counteracting the effects of the previous night, which was only partly successful at best. Afterward they bid farewell with hugs, kisses and resilient smiles that held secret hopes and long-lasting sorrow. Sandy, Paul, Paul’s parents and the Halstons prepared to go their own way but everyone in the dining hall was noticeably reluctant to make the first step toward separation. Sandy grabbed both of her parents on a whim and thanked them for being there and supportive of their “special day” and promised she’d be home soon enough because she’d “miss them dearly enough to hurt”. Paul kissed Sandy’s mom and hugged his new father-in-law who seemed to have warmed up to him a bit after their thrust into inebriated intimacy and fresh family ties.

“Well, that was nothing less than perfect!” Paul concluded after the throng was gone.

“The best!” Sandy grabbed his hand in hers, “Ready for a little excursion around the tourist attractions of Germany and Austria? We’re going to see them all and it’s gonna be more fun than the wedding!”

“And we’ve still got a nice little entourage so we won’t have as much culture shock as we might otherwise have on our own. Mom, are you ready to paint Berlin red?” looking directly at her.

“Oh, yes, and your father has a bunch of places already marked up on the map. Look!” showing him the map with at least ten places highlighted that looked suspiciously like an aerial bombing map.

“I hope I didn’t miss anything,” he said with a wide grin like Cheshire Cat. “We may never have this opportunity again so might as well check all the boxes of things to see, leaving nothing out,” sounding confident and excited at the prospect.

“You’re right!” Paul agreed.

When they arrived in Berlin a few hours later they were a little sore from the uncomfortable seats (they paid for the cheapest ones) but ready, willing and able for whatever came down the pike. Paul’s dad produced the map immediately and asked them to pick the first destination during lunch which was necessary before making any rational choices.

“Can’t think clearly on an empty stomach, besides the food here is so outstanding and a necessary part of this entire experience, isn’t it?”

“It is!” They all agreed inside a cafe a short walk from the station that had frankfurters and bratwurst that really hit the spot. Mr. Halston complained the food might be a bit too rich for him and the misses but couldn’t stop talking about how fabulous it tasted once they got started.

“This is what coming to Europe is all about!” Sandy exulted in the moment, “I mean you can’t find food like this anywhere back home. It’s a culinary paradise and not terribly expensive when you figure in the favorable exchange we’re getting. Who could’ve imagined so many cute and delicious eats on every corner?”

“Yeah, those crazy Europeans, huh? Surprising they aren’t a lot fatter than they are! What’s the secret?” Paul remarked with a frown.

“Brandenburg Gate is first on the list I think…,” Paul’s dad reminded them, “…so don’t peck at it…there’s lots to do, lots to do today and not much time!”

After lunch, they walked out of the café and grabbed the train to Brandenburg Gate which was chock full of tourists milling around and snapping photos from every angle and pose imaginable. It was the definition of a “tourist trap” but at the same time well worth it. It was impressive in every respect and everyone took the opportunity to shoot the most flattering images for the folks back home and compete with others for the most picture perfect shots and locations. They walked in and out of the towering columns hearing a dozen different languages in the space of a few minutes but the feeding frenzy around the famous monument wasn’t altogether unpleasant and left them with a feeling of having abandoned the war, leaving their brother soldiers behind.

“What’s next?” Mr. Halston looked over his shoulder at the map.

“Reichstag! We have to see the parliament that was so instrumental in World War II! I’ve seen it so many times in pictures and I just hope they allow us inside,” Paul’s dad expressed fervently. “I’m a World War II buff and this is a special day for me!”

The Reichstag was open to tourists as they walked through the Neo-Baroque halls that reminded Paul of something from a classical music album cover. It was more beautiful than any building he’d ever seen in his life to be frank. Even better than Faneuil Hall in Boston which was one of his favorite places on the east coast.

“This place is crazy cool! Everywhere in this city is just amazing! We’ve reached heaven on earth!” Paul effused.

“Looks slightly better in person? Is that what you’re saying?” his Mom smirked.

“Ho ho ho! That’s exactly what I’m saying in fact. Pictures don’t do this place any justice!”

“You’re right,” she agreed. “Reichstag! Baroque or Neo-Baroque? Excuse me I don’t know…”

After another hour of searching around the German parliament and making a general nuisance of themselves by “ooohing” and “aahing” in the chambers while some manner of government business was going on, they went to dinner and decided to take a night tour around the city. Berlin at night was spectacular to behold and tuck away in one’s memory for posterity; at least to the wide-eyed and bushy-tailed Americans now occupying this fabulous city. The buildings were ornate and intricate in every detail and crevice, making them stare in wide wonder at the majesty of German artisanship. Everything was gorgeous and orderly in appearance, execution and process of life and living. Nothing like what they were used to back home. The train carried them all over the city and although quite crowded it was bright, clean and comfortable.

That evening, they sat around comparing notes and experiences, trying to top each other for vivid and lively descriptions of the sights. Pointing out their own personal preferences in addition to how much they were impressed by the permanence of construction and what the people were like at the time.

“The Berlin Museum Island is my absolute favorite!” Mrs. Halston informed them, “Such gorgeous architecture and the artwork was simply divine. It beats anything I can recall and what a treat to live amongst such stunning beauty everyday!”

“It must have a strong effect on people’s mood and their overall attitude toward society and fellow citizens. It has too when you see such impressive things on a daily basis,” Paul’s mom agreed with her.

“Oh, man, what a country!” Mr. Halston gushed, “I wish I could stay here forever I do! Swear I’m gonna go AWOL when you guys aren’t looking!”

“Good! My ultimate dream has finally been realized!” Mrs. Halston exulted, “I’m finally free!” chuckling at each other’s roasting of each other.

Paul gazed in appreciation of the fact that they could kid each other and still remain fabulous friends. Maybe they didn’t even need to be friends all the time but they realized they were partners in the struggle for life and they’d never abandon that field of battle. Permanent allies in the game and if it meant taking it out on each other from time-to-time that was just par for the course.

The next morning, they decided to see the countryside outside Berlin and get out of the hustle and bustle for a day. The rolling hills and farms were just what they needed after the whirlwind Berlin tour the previous day. There were pastoral churches and quaint farms in many of the small towns along the way and the bus was pleasantly accommodating and offered excellent views through tall windows. It was certainly good to escape all the walking and map reading of Berlin. About halfway into the countryside tour, they noticed a traditional German wedding going on amongst the orchards where the priest joined the two under a group of apple trees before they snatched a couple and bit…then kissed each other as new man and wife.

“Oh, my god, that’s so beautiful!” Sandy squealed with delight, “A new union signified by eating fruit like two children playing in the fields. What an idea!”

“Yes!” Paul agreed, “Truly exceptional! Want to get married one more time so we can do that? I’m game,” grinning slyly at her.

“You’re silly, but yes I’m tempted to do something more creative to add that special unique touch to our most special day.”

“It is special and what a place to hold a wedding. Look at all the family and friends dressed in their smartest Sunday dress, smiling and happy!”

“Apparently, that’s what big German weddings look like and what a sight it is too! Who says the Germans don’t know how to have a good time?”

“Everybody seems to know how to have more fun than Americans it seems. Sometimes I feel like we’re the driest and most boring people on earth. Too many people like to keep to themselves and avoid all human contact in the general course of things. Strange for people who constantly say they live in “the greatest country in the world” in my view.”

“Let’s not talk about the old home since we’re in a new one now and we’re gonna talk full advantage of everything it has to offer,” coaxing him along different lines. “Let’s forget about the past and face whatever’s ahead with open hearts and wide eyes.”

“Paul’s getting pretty poetic as he approaches his thirties, isn’t he?” Paul’s Dad laughed. “If he spends too much time in Europe he’ll probably grow a beard, long hair and take refuge in a monastery to write. Keep an eye on him, Sandy.”

She laughed, “He’d better not because I’ll become the first woman priest in whatever monastery he goes to and be a constant obstacle to his life as a monk,” winking and striking her best sexy pose.

“I’m convinced!” Dad replied, “But now I can’t go to any monastery after seeing that!” She hugged him and looked at Paul who seemed a bit annoyed at the direction the conversation was taking. She winked at him, “Well, if he does abandon me, you’ll be next in line,” she promised him.

“Deal…and I won’t forget it!”

They passed a couple of monasteries along the way which seemed to add moral force and meaning to their roasting of Paul. They even passed a castle or two with spires that touched the clouds and tiny windows that looked over everything below while allowing little view from the outside. “Spectacular” and “heavenly” were the only ways to describe the farms surrounding and spilling out over the hills below the castles.

“I’m breathless,” said Mrs. Halston, “Even though we’ve been close to the region before it never ceases to take my breath away. I want to stay here forever like this old guy,” nudging “The Mr.” who was falling asleep beside her from the intensive activity of the past several days.

That evening, they again sat around comparing notes and looking at each other’s photos of their favorite highlights of the day. Paul shouted, “Austria next, what do you think everyone? Salzburg and Innsbruck are the two places I want to visit but I’m open to suggestions.”

“Austria?” Dad replied, “You want to leave Germany already? There’s still so much more to see and do here. Plenty of small towns and countryside locales….we’ve barely scratched the surface here in good ole Deutschland.”

“True, but one of the major places Sandy and I wanted to see was Salzburg and Innsbruck. We made some preliminary plans to go there since it’d be a great place to see how the “other” Germanic peoples live. The cities are basically magical.”

“Perfect place for a couple on honeymoon?” Paul’s Dad sensed the underlying motivation. “A romantic place for two newly coined spouses seeking the most romantic spots to galvanize their affections?”

“Galvanize? I like that word, Dad. That’s exactly right too, it’s the perfect location to bond more solidly as man and wife,” glancing at Sandy for support.

“Yes, he’s right, romantic is exactly what we’re after and the photos of Salzburg look like the place to make those dreams happen. I actually want to go more than Paul because it looks like a genuine “city of love” in my opinion,” kissing him and nuzzling her head into the side of his neck.

“One more day here and then we can stay together or go our separate ways,” Mr. Halston suggested, “It’s so much fun being together but maybe some of us would rather be away from the crowd now, taking recent changes to marital status into account.”

“No, I love being together with all of you…,” explained Sandy, “…it’s better than us feeling alone so far from home.”

“You’ll have to rely on each other soon enough, better get used to it as quickly as you can,” Paul’s Mom reminded them, “And it probably won’t come as any shock that you’re now comrades and allies in the struggle for life.”

Sandy’s mom chimed in, “She’s right and the hardest part will be realizing that you’re no longer alone and you have to work together toward common goals everyday. That every decision you make affects the other person equally.”

“Astute observation,” Sandy noted, “So, does this mean we’re all going to Salzburg and Innsbruck or what? Now that we’ve all taken on the role of marriage philosophers I hope we can! We’ll be on our own soon enough but since we’re all enjoying each other’s company so much, why spoil it?”

“I’m up for it if everyone else is,” Mrs. Halston announced first as an encouraging sign to all of them. They’d all feel guilty if one of the oldest members of the group was willing to do it and the rest of them bailed out all of a sudden.

“Well, if she’s going, so am I!” Sandy’s mom announced, “We’ve got almost a week before we have to be back home and we’re certainly not tired of any of this yet. I could go on forever,” Sandy’s father gazed back with a grin that questioned her sanity then changed to a more youthful countenance after hitching onto her mood.

“OK!” Sandy’s father finally said. “You’re right! This is an experience we may never have again and something we can keep as a cherished memory forever. Why not?”

“Why not?” Paul echoed a sentiment they were all feeling after a short debate. “We could all leave tomorrow but it’d be a shame to go. It’s truly a slice of heaven!”

“Onward and upward,” Sandy bolstered his resolve, “Life is about keeping moving and heading to the next potential paradise….or not.”

He laughed, “You are a quirky one but I guess that’s one of the things I love about you most,” grabbing her hand and squeezing it.

They headed for Austria the next morning after a rather slapdash packing routine that left some of the stragglers gasping for air as they boarded the mid-morning train to Salzburg. It was a fairly long trip by European standards as they settled into their own private car and began looking at some travel sites online for the best places to visit, wine and dine. Salzburg had some of the most acclaimed sites in Europe in that regard which was certainly a bolster of confidence for the voracious tourists freshly unbound from Uncle Sam’s umbilical cord.

“I like Mirabell Palace as an option…look!” Paul’s dad showed the pictures to Sandy and Paul on his phone…just like what any American tourist would dream of as an ideal place in Europe: picture-taking heaven and a relaxing place to hang out and soak in the vibe…”

“Outstanding!” Paul agreed while smiling at the manicured and exceedingly intricate garden before them.

“Yes,” said Mrs. Halston, “Let’s go there first by all means. I’ll do anything as long as I can keep seeing the best Europe has to offer with such good company,” directing her attention at Sandy’s Mom and Dad. “Are you having as good of a time as the rest of us? You’re certainly not as vocal as we are,” she giggled.

“How could we not be having the time of our lives! Painting this continent red with such great company IS the life for us! We’re generally not this quiet but this place has such a soothing effect on so many levels.”

“It does, doesn’t it?” she agreed.

“Then there’s the Hohensalzburg Fortress and Salzburg Cathedral which look simply out of this world! Love it! Love it! Love it all!” he added with unbridled enthusiasm.

“Getreidegasse will be great for shopping too. Looks to be the shopping district and I’ll just bet they’ve got some gems waiting for us there!” said Mrs. Halston.

When they arrived in Salzburg it was early evening and only some of the group members had managed to sleep during the train ride. The others were way too much into this entire adventure and became children before Christmas gift opening ceremonies. Everything in their unfamiliar surroundings reeked of freshness, novelty and delight that was too great to measure or resist in either underpinnings or influence on their collective psyche. Most of them just went along for the ride like a cloud drifting through a voyage of discovery. The train station let in a lot of light with its open air construction, sweeping spaces and post-modernist design. It was also highly organized and neat as anyone could expect from a country as strict on order and discipline as Austria. Everything was certainly charming enough in its appreciation for simplicity and “covering all the bases” of human need and activity (insofar as train travel was concerned)

They booked a hotel close to the station that was small, comfortable and quaint with a cozy little restaurant that spilled out onto the street in a busy part of the city. Settling in for some dinner after unloading their stuff and voraciously attacking a meal of bratwurst, sauerkraut and vegetables. All of it was so delicious that Paul’s father acquired a stomachache later that night and couldn’t be moved until late the next morning. He had consumed almost three baskets of fresh baked bread with lots of butter that became an unhealthy addiction somewhere along the line.

When they left the hotel the next morning, the sky was slightly cloudy with the sun peeking out from time-to-time. There was also a cool breeze that tousled their hair and tickled their faces as they undertook a massive walking tour of one of Europe’s most charming cities. Lots of other tourists were around but nothing compared to Berlin and Salzburg was equally as beautiful in every respect.

“Hohensalzburg Fortress seems to be the city’s premier attraction,” Paul’s Dad explained to them. As they walked up to the hill it sat upon, they soon discovered why: a giant fortress with an imposing and forbidding appearance and, at the same time, permanent, ancient and alluring. The smooth lines of the building complimented the hill it rested on and made them feel strangely safe and protected even though it wasn’t currently in use. Next stop was the ever popular Salzburg Cathedral with its medieval facade and sweeping interiors that drew light from the outside and warmed the interior like a hearth fire. The austere white glow of the structure made the travelers hold their breath and crave to know what manner of wonder and faith inspired the builders of such a place. A setting that could make even an atheist question his denial of the sacred soul and spirit of man.

“Ho! Ho! Ho! What do you say about this little diamond?” Paul’s Dad pumped them, assuming the role of unofficial tour guide of the group. “That ceiling could make anyone into the most devout Christian on earth. A genuine house of God!”

“Yes, it is and for those of us who are already committed Christians, it really reaffirms our faith by occupying such a gorgeous institution,” Mrs. Halston said with a sense of pride.

“Paul, what about your faith?” kidding him on the subject. Sandy knew his idea of faith was believing in a long shot sports bet and that he’d squirm at the mention of it.

“I believe I’ll have another beer,” he said matter-of-factly, “In hops we trust.”

She laughed, “That’s awful but our children will be brought up as good Christians because I think it’s the only way to make them strong beings that can weather the storms of life.”

“She’s waxing poetic again…,” Paul mocked her, “…but in some strange way I agree even though I’ve never been much of a religious person myself. I do know it has a positive impact on people’s lives and outlook because I’ve seen it.”

“So, you don’t object?”

“How could I if you believe so strongly?”

“You’re mysterious and wonderful at the same time. How anyone could mix that combination of elements in one body I’ll never know but I’m strangely and irresistibly attracted to it!”

“Could be the fatal flaw in your character, my young bride. Maybe we’re both just a couple of coconuts…and maybe that’s OK too,” smiling ironically at her.

“If you two lovebirds can tear yourselves away from each other for the next few hours, we can head to the most romantic place in all Salzburg: Mirabell Palace! You guys will love it!” Paul’s Dad suggested.

“Lead the way, great guide!” Sandy said in her most enthusiastic voice. “Romance and beauty awaits us and we should make our way there posthaste.”

Mirabell Palace was a sprawling white building with elaborate and colorful gardens surrounding the entire property. There were a series of fountains of different sizes and statues dotted the walkway intersections where tourists sat around in droves enjoying the serene and invigorating surroundings, snapping pictures of themselves in cute or coquettish poses. Paul’s group casually walked through the picturesque gardens with Hohensalzburg Fortress in the background holding each other closely and taking in all that could be taken from this astounding locale.

“Love is in the air….,” Paul announced to the group, “…and what a classically gorgeous building in the middle of it all. So staunch and eternal are the buildings of Europe—-such superb architecture! Our country needs a few lessons on how to make buildings and living spaces more inspiring and beautiful.”

“Yes, we seemed to have rebelled against solid buildings and pleasant outdoor public spaces when we broke away from Europe,” Dad agreed with him. “Everything in the world has become so cheap and temporary, especially in the western U.S.”

“True,” Sandy’s mom agreed with him, “The east coast has some beautiful buildings in Boston, New York, Philadelphia and D.C. but the rest of the country doesn’t seem to give a damn about building anything lasting or permanent.”

“And all those buildings are really old,” Paul added. “To be fair, I guess Europe doesn’t really build buildings like they used to either. All the new stuff is pretty modern and somewhat cheap too.”

“Permanence is a lost art in the world,” Sandy’s mom lamented.

As the sun sank low on the horizon, the traveling horde walked down compact city streets in Salzburg center with throngs of other tourists and dialects. People were well-dressed and meticulous in appearance and a certain refined manner filled the air that was both refreshing and noble. Clothing hues remained subdued to say the least: brown, black, faded blue and similar muted tones that indicated people weren’t overly interested in drawing attention to themselves. They were simply going about their lives while, at the same time, avoiding ostentatiousness and creating envy in others and that alone was alluring to the aliens in their midst. A group of ten women passed by in traditional Austrian costume, singing and dancing down the street with flowery, charming vivaciousness and joyful cultural pride.

“Austria, huh? Wonder what Innsbruck holds in store for us,” Paul’s Dad remarked jubilantly, “I know the population is about twice Salzburg but I’d venture to guess the attractions aren’t as stunning. Although the Triumphal Arch looks pretty spectacular and the Europa Bridge is something of an engineering marvel from the looks of it,” showing Paul the images on his phone. “Not as much history there perhaps but still top-shelf stuff to see. Don’t worry, Paul, you made a good call asking us to tag along with you…”

“Thanks, dad, I’m glad you approve of my rapidly conceived itinerary. I would hate to think I convinced everyone to come here and it turned into an anticlimax or something.”

He laughed, “Hey, are you guys having as good a time as the rest of us?” to the others.

“Are you serious? This is about the best experience of my life! Don’t want it to ever end at this stage,” replied Mrs. Halston.

“Paul, I’m so glad I came along instead of getting on with the business of life right away,” Sharon assured him, “I’m going to be a little sad when we do finally split up though but first—- Innsbruck here we come! Austria forever!”

“This is nothing short of heavenly… ,” Sandy’s mom chimed in, “…and you make a helluva tour guide, Paul!”

Paul laughed, “Thanks all of you…”

When it finally came time for them to part company after one last extended tour in Innsbruck, the tears flowed without stopping. It was too hard for them to break up because everything was so perfect (well, mostly except for the usual stresses of travel). The embraces lasted much longer than expected as well as long stares into each other’s eyes and intentions. Attempts were even made to take a snapshot of each other’s souls and keep them in the “priceless” category in the back of their minds.

“This is too much,” Sandy seemed the saddest of all as she embraced Sharon who had become one of her closest friends in a very short time. “Please stay in touch with us on social media, dear. I hope we can all do this again sometime.”

“We will…,” Sharon assured her, “…and of course we’ll stay in touch while you keep us posted on your adventures worldwide. I’ll be glued to my seat knowing where you are and what you’re up to along the way. The most valuable thing about traveling is that everyone’s individual experience is so different.”

“So, we’ll have a lot to talk about when we go back, is that what you’re saying? We’ll be more interesting people with lots of memories to draw upon?” Paul half kidded her.

“Exactly! Not that you’ll be a more interesting person but you’ll be a person of character and perspective as so many people aren’t because they’ve only seen one side of life and living.”

“Sandy, she’s setting us off in the right direction. What do you think?” Paul turned to his new spouse.

“She’s a real gem and I love her. If we ever break up, I’ll have to turn lez and marry her instead!” grinning absurdly.

“Oh no! Then I’ll have to live with the fact that I turned a woman lesbian. A major blow to my ego!”

“Oh stop!” Paul’s Mom couldn’t stand it any longer, “This is no way to end our time together.”

Paul pulled Sandy closer and kissed her in order to prevent her from feeling ashamed in front of his Mom. He also looked directly into her eyes and stroked her hair to drown her fears about not seeing their loved ones for a long time. At the same time he saw so much pain in his Mom’s eyes that it resonated inside him and he wanted to cry out loud because he knew he was the cause of that pain. But there was no other choice and it was nobody’s fault that all the little birdies had to leave the nest eventually even though that didn’t make it any easier.

“I love you Mom and I’ll miss you incredibly but please don’t worry, we’ll be alright. You’ll know every move we make as you keep us posted on all things back home.”

As he and Sandy accompanied them to the train station a sinking feeling took shape in his stomach that Sandy seemed to share. Sandy and Paul kissed Sharon goodbye as both prodigal returned and newfound sister/ family member.

“Love you all!” Paul shouted loud enough for the entire train station to look in his direction. “Well, that’s it,” he said to Sandy with a look of veiled apprehension.

“Yes, we’re really on our own now but it actually feels good. We can do whatever we want and we don’t have to worry about complaints or conflicting needs. Just the two of us facing the world alone,” feeling unusually bold after the send off.

“Well, I think we should go to Italy first…,” Paul suggested, “…we should spend a week or two longer in Europe before making our way to Asia to look for work.”

“Work? Now there’s a four letter word everyone hates,” she chuckled.

“Our money will eventually run out because no one pays you to have fun in this world.”

“Yeah, what’s wrong with the world anyway?” continuing the joke.

“What do you think about Italy? We did say we absolutely had to go there and I think Venice would be a good romantic getaway given the fact we haven’t really had a honeymoon yet.”

“A man after my own heart,” blowing him a kiss and smiling in her own endearing sex symbol way. “You really know the right thing to say at the right time, Paul. Well most of the time at least. Venice, huh?”

“What other place in Europe would serve as the perfect cap to everything we’ve been through so far, Paris perhaps? Can’t do better than Venice in my book. Premier city of love.”

“I agree totally.”

Next morning, the Italian “city of love” became the next destination on the young couple’s itinerary. The train ride was comfortable but seats were filled to capacity when they boarded and they were lucky to find two together. Everyone seemed to have the same idea as them: Venice was too good to pass up as a tourist orgasm and testament of eternal love in this world. They weren’t sure why but there seemed to be such an exodus to northern Italy, perhaps due to the place’s overall mystique and how it’d been portrayed in movie, book and song but when they arrived at the station culinary smells of all stripes assailed their senses which appealed to their growling stomachs after such a “long journey” by European standards.

“Well, we held out as long as we could. Time to eat! What do you think, San’?” his question echoed through an auditorium-like setting that amplified his voice two or three times. The high ceilings and classic Renaissance-style architecture made it feel like the exact place to be at this point in time.

“Food heaven is what some guidebooks say about this place and just looking at it from the train station, I believe they’re right,” he announced to her.

“We’re going to eat and ogle til we drop! Are you up for doing some tourist-fueled marathon walking? This city is a walker’s paradise from the looks and descriptions of it online. Let’s live a little!” adding her own brand of enthusiasm to the mix.

“Whatever you say, wife o’mine. Time of our lives and we’re going to savor every minute and then some,” he assured her. “Venice will be the place where we find our feet and rediscover our souls and selves if we’re lucky. Wouldn’t be the first time such things happened to two wayward travelers like ourselves.”

“First we need to hit the gondolas because that’s how you really take in the true grandeur of this place. Especially at night…”

As they rode a gondola through the seemingly endless waterways of Venice, they witnessed the color and “splendor” of a place more ancient and alive than any place they’d personally seen. The bright oranges, rich blues and deep reds of the buildings were only to be had otherwise on a psychedelic trip at Woodstock in their estimation. The archways and waterways blended together in a kaleidoscope of candy and cake. They passed other tourists and lovers who seemed to be having similar experiences and nodded and waved at them as they glided in opposite directions. The dazzling orange lights of the early evenings took their breath away and made them forget how hungry they were or how much they wanted to snap pictures of everything in sight, while the sounds of people talking in low tones along the waterways and enjoying the marvelous food added to an already complete setting of beauty and harmony never experienced at home.

“I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” Sandy explained to him. “It’s all so intoxicating but I don’t think I could ever get tired of it. We’re in seventh heaven, Paul!”

“Yes, yes and yes!” expressing his own thoughts on the matter, “It makes me want to start a new life as a painter just to capture all this like so many have throughout the centuries. I’d truly thank my lucky stars each morning if I lived in a place like this.”

“Are you saying you’re ready to set up our new life here and forget about Asia altogether?” with pointed intrigue.

“Oh, no! I still think we need to see all we can see but this certainly wouldn’t be a bad place to come back to or make our temporary home while we hatch schemes of bigger and better things.”

The courtyard of Palazzo Ducale was long and formidable as they walked past multiple arched doorways situated in a long line of succession that appeared to continue without end throughout the city. At the end of the courtyard, massive domes capped the background and darted behind the walking area leading up to them. The building’s design was both byzantine and filled with statues in small cutouts bearing eyes that followed them around as they entered and exited through countless doorways.

For dinner, they stopped in at Bistrot de Venise which was a popular meeting place for both Venetians and artists alike according to some of the reviews online. It had a nice line of outdoor tables along the Calle Dei Fabbri San Marco with tons of well-dressed and fashionable passersby chatting vibrantly as they strolled on their merry way. The inside walls were covered with maroon and gold wallpaper with floral and leafy prints alongside ancient drawings and harlequins hanging from the walls and ceiling in odd places. In addition, there was a violin, songsheet and other musically-themed displays tucked behind glass, supplementing the overall sophistication of this well-known haunt.

“It’s expensive but well worth it as a way to treat ourselves to some wicked indulgence once in a while. We deserve it!” Paul decided. “I know you’re worried about our finances but this’ll be a feast for the ages.”

“Better than our beloved Filippo?” she smirked.

“I don’t know, we’ll find out I guess. Filippo was pretty impressive and gave us our first taste of old Europe and all it has to offer. I’m still sentimental as far as that goes.”

“What about all the anti-Americanism we were supposed to encounter here? Do you really think it’s a problem?” with keen interest in the answer.

“I don’t know, we haven’t talked to many people who actually knew we were Americans. I’ve gotten the impression that people are pretty accepting so far.”

“I don’t think it’ll be a problem except in rare cases perhaps. We’re both pretty likable people so if people hate us because of where we come from, we probably shouldn’t hang out with t