I wake up and rollover. Kirsten was gone, it’s 6:30 Am, I stumble out of our room and she is gone. Nowhere in the house, so I get dressed and head out toward the bakery. About half way there I see Kirsten walking back with a smile on her face. I ask if my friend from NC was there and I got a quick answer, NO, she was the weekend help. MY friend was there and she remembers me. She did, what about me, NO, but she asked about Bea. Figures Germans stick together. We walk back to the house and Kirsten and I create a great German breakfast with 5 minute eggs, brochens, meats and cheeses. Around 9 O’clock we all load up and head to the Konigssee or as Brian pronounces it “Chicken in
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