Thursday morning, Kim, Ryan and her dad and brother piled into the car and headed for a small French town north of Colmar to meet with some family members that Pat had contacted as part of his family genealogy project.
I wandered out to run the hills near Turckheim one last time, and as usual the one big hill kicked my butt!
Nita, Donna and I went to the big fancy grocery store to restock the house with paper goods and cidre. Lots and lots of cidre...
Early evening the crew got back to the house after what sounded like an amazing day of trading info with extended family. Pat has put thousands of hours into their genealogy, publishing a couple of books along the way. What a splendid opportunity to root through church and marriage data right from the source.
After a bit of unwinding, we trooped down to finally get the Turkish meal that Kim had been wanting. Not bad. Turkish beer is damn tasty when paired with a spicy meat kabob or two. After being run off by some German kids smoking at the next table(yes it is still legal here, at least outdoors) we went down to get dessert at the winstub in Schwendi.
Back at the house we drank a bit into the evening and then off to bed. Tomorrow we take Scott to Strasbourg to explore and to throw him on his next plane.
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