We’ve been here every February since 2002. By my math, this makes it our 17th visit. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you that unchanging contsant in a world of variables, that land of lederhosen and famous chicken dinners, that purveyor of chocolate cheese:
I searched RadBlog for all the times I’ve mentioned our annual visit. I didn’t mention it as much as I assumed. Here’s 2015, which is the year Emily and I led worship, which we get to do again this year. Ah, and and a brief mention of visit 2010, the year I had the flu, which meant I was hotel sick.
This 2018 I endeavor to partake in some of the amenities of our venue which I’ve largely ignored in years past. I might watch the Bavarian Inn channel for one full hour, read the Tiny Zehnder Biography cover to cover, and try not to eat those giant pretzels they have in the Ratskeller (German: Restaurant Under the Town Hall).
Once again we’ve left our children in the more than capable hands of Mom and Dad Jones. We bought snacks from Meijer on the way in to the village last night; it just happened that our store visit lasted for the entire halftime of that Superb Owl. We were happily surprised to see the underdogs win, which seemed to disappoint the announcers most of all. More disappointing was the fact that Prince showed up projected on a wrinkled tarp in front of Justin Timberlake. Just because you can do something doesn’t mean you should.
But I digress. And I retreat. It’s the Pastor/Spouse retreat. We hang out with pastors, strange ducks all of us. And their spouses, too. Truly a delight.
Are we working? Are we vacationing? Are we retreating? Alles das open Genannte!