A Place I’ve already Been . . .

My beautiful wife and I have often talked about this, and truth be told, I’m not crazy about cities.

But there is one place I hope to take her to, a place I’ve already been to and a place I called home for almost three years. See, most Military types say they were station someplace. They go, they might go to the clubs. They might go to other cities.

When people say, “Oh, you were stationed at Ansbach, Germany!” I correct them and say, “No. I lived there.”

When I arrived, I wanted to learn something about the country. I wanted to experience it. I met people, spoke with them, and made friends in town. I walked the streets, wondering at the history. While others went to clubs, I was going places and enjoying it.

But it’s no fun alone. I’ve spoken often with my wife about the place and I would love to take her there. I’d love to take her to the cathedrial where I sat in pew, absolutly stunned by Bach’s Tocatta and fugue in D minor.

Or to a outdoor eatery and introduce her to a Schnitzel sandwich.

Or riding the train into Nuremberg and watch the small communities slip by. Some looked enchanting. I would love to get off the train with my beautiful bride, maybe find a small Gasthaus and have a nice supper and enjoy the area. Maybe they have a local wine or beer we’d like.

To stand on that covered bridge near old town in Ansbach and watch the water flow past with someone I love. Or to go to one of the many bäckerei and enjoy something fresh from the oven.

Or to show her the barracks I lived in (appears to be apartments or office space now) and point to the window of my room.

That would be an experience.

Maybe, one day.