Visitors...

Adam's parents are here for a week. We picked them up from the airport after something like 24 hours of travel, filled their tummies with pizza, and then pointed them in the direction of our twin guest beds.

After a good night's sleep, a big breakfast and a chat with Chloe, our GPS, we took off for France. We visited Struthof, a WWII concentration camp. It was gray, cold, and rainy; strangely appropriate for a visit to a site surrounded with historical and social tragedy.

From France, we returned to Germany and a visit to the biggest site in Kandern, the grocery store. Exciting, I know.

From Germany, we crossed a different border into Switzerland and many kilometers later we were in Zurich. A terribly authentic meal at Casa Mama or "something tourists would associate with Italy", a trip to the train station to pay a favor, and then it was homeward bound.

Three countries, 0 passport stamps, 12 hours, Super Host of the Year award for Adam and Laura. Do we know how to show our guests a good time, or what?