It occurs to me that perhaps I should toss out a little context for all these Rhine photos. My spring break is three weeks long and Dad and I are spending it on the Viking Vidar. This means many French and German towns, much French and German food, and very limited opportunities to botch a bus transfer (though I did nearly miss the shuttle back to the ship yesterday while in pursuit of a French pastry).
I’m very grateful to be here, since I thought my spring break would involve a backpack and a hostel pass, and instead it involves a sun deck, complimentary Riesling at dinner, and a bed that magically makes itself while I’m out of the stateroom.
I apologize for the rather limited scope for incompetence here. I’m trying my best. Haven’t even managed to lock myself out of the room yet.
