
It was late spring when we arrived in Passau, Germany, to board the SE Manon, our home for the next 8 days. We had been in Germany for over a month, visiting family, and gathering research for my book. [Yes, that historical fiction I have been working on forever. No, I do not know when it will be finished!] We had moved around quite a bit and were looking forward to sleeping in the same bed for a while.
Check-in was easy, and our bags were in our room before we were. We heard the engines fire up as we sat down to dinner and were moored at our first stop while there was still enough daylight for a short stroll.



We were seated at an English-speaking table with Barbara and Johan from British Columbia, and Wendy and John from Australia. By the end of our first evening, we had met Rosco and Chris from New Zealand, and the eight of us were friends. Just like that. Like the first day of Kindergarten, and the first day away at school, it's funny how we seem to find our own.
Tomorrow, we ride!
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