Jo's gramps, aka Opa, is hilarious, a real ladies man and go getter who still rock climbs (he claims) and speaks "the english good". His granny, aka Oma, reminds me a lot of mine. She's exactly as a grandma should be; snow white hair, nice smile, vertically challenged, always offering freshly made baked goods, wears purple and lavender, always offering tea and pretty much dotting on you 24/7.
Otherwise life carried on much as usual. We went to the Christmas market and had Gluwein and bratwurst. Also tried Fries with mayo which tasted, surprisingly, like fries with mayo. We wanderd around a bit and even went for a run one night! In sexy running outfits too...
Johannes, Sophia and I in our modern streamlined running suits:
Jo's opa is also really arty and kept photo albums dating back to the days of Christ lined up in our room which were fun to go through.
We stayed here until the 12th I think; so three nights. Yeah, it was good. And of course, grandma's cooking is always the best. Oh the roast! First roast in literally months!
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