A Love (Photo) Story

There was once an american who experienced his first dark, wet, terrible northern winter.  He wasn't sold on Kleinblittersdorf.  But then spring came and despite a few bad days, everything got prettier and better.

Along the running path on the French side, looking at the friendship bridge:

Dog Island, where there are always at least 3x as many dogs as people:

A bench up on the hill:

I live by the church down there.

It's a nice place to walk to (Fitbit points) and enjoy life (catch your breath).

I think Carlos has finally accepted me. He waits by the bike storage room more oft than not for me:

And he thinks my apartment is his apartment: