Bavaria

There's quite a bit of grousing going on these days, seeing as we're in Bavaria and not all that far from some establishments rather famous for their beer. However, we're under strict orders not to be drinking alcohol while we're deployed.

We'll see how *that* works out for folks.

I'm very grateful not to be upset at no booze, beer, or bongs.

Been there. Done that. Had the hangovers. Glad to be sober, one day at a time.

The days here are heavy-laden with Fall here. We're in a valley that's surrounded by hills loaded with conifers and an abundance of deciduous trees. The aspens are quaking (I guess it's no wonder they're yellow, eh?).

The birch are becoming as golden as the last of the dandelions in the grass. (It's a bit disappointing to discover that most of the weeds over here resemble the weeds we have back home.)

There are a few maples that have donned their fall finery, too.

My ancestors on my Dad's side of the family came to the U.S. from this part of the world. While I'm not looking forward to winter's arrival, there's something oddly satisfying about being here.

It certainly does not involve the food, or the accomodations, however.

Blessings and peace to one and all,

Fr. Tim, SJ

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