Augsburg, West Germany

One of our last stops was Augsburg. I don’t remember much about Augsburg except the mixture of contentment that we had experienced the trip of a lifetime and would soon be home with the melancholy that we were having the time of our lives and would soon have to return to our ordinary lives. I do remember that my mom and I traded Ben and Margie a room with a private bath for a room with a balcony. Everyone was happy.


My mom in the tan skirt. She was younger then than I am now….and definitely thinner than I am now.


Sharing a bathroom was no problem, and having the French doors onto the balcony was sublime.

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