On our way back to Germany, we stopped in Ettlebruck to take a picture of the George Patton statue at the entrance to the town. I had been here once before 35 years ago, and wanted to get a picture.
We ended up on a small country road that dead-ended, and had to turn back, only to be detoured off the road we got on. I was stressed.
We finally made it back to Trier just as it was getting dark. I breathed a sigh of relief as I turned into the parking garage, hit a sharp curb as I turned in, and ripped a big hole in the tire. Sigh.
We're back in Frankfurt, but I'm still stressed.