One Week From Germany

I'll be meeting up with my new grandson, Ian, soon. He is making his debut in Germany, the country of my birth. His long-suffering mother, the MamaDaughter, is impatient to bring him into the world. I will be going to a little town in the woods of the Rhine-Land.

How typical is this shot with the church steeple and red roofs.

 I hear that the down town is walking distance from the apartment so I'll be taking the little munchkins on walks to town.

I haven't seen this little sprite for a whole year. She has grown up so much.
And this little guy was just 9 months old the last time I gave him a squeeze.

I don't look forward to the traveling part but I do want to visit and get to know where the family is living. I have been to Germany once before in 1998. I visited with my aunt, who I had never seen, my cousin, and had many overwhelming experiences. It will take a few hours to get into the German language but I think I will do all right, thanks to my immigrant parents who talked German to me growing up. My mother and father would be amazed that a great-grandson is being born in the Father Land. Life is funny like that.