It was just one of those days where I had nothing planned but still
had a desire to do more than stare at the walls of our dorm rooms. So I began by making the 52-kilometer trip to
the German Wal-Mart. Of course at 150
miles per hour this was but a few minutes in the drivers
seat plus a few more navigating the overcrowded and under sized parking lot of my
destination. And yes, I said
Wal-Mart. It may not sound as romantic
as Paris or as exciting as Italy but after six plus months on a small base in
nowhere land it was just about as close as I could get to the good ole’ US of
A.
An hour later and a hundred Euros poorer I decided to head back
to Sembach. A short distance up the A6, somewhere
between third and fourth gear I spotted the
All in all it was a really nice way to spend a Saturday. And aside from a hundred Euros in souvenirs
from Wal-Mart and a few more for clothes in