Just in case anyone wants to visit Hitzenlinde we want you to be aware of the two forks in the path. The first one leads to Hitzenlinde after 20 minutes and the second one… doesn’t. The kids were forced to frantically describe the way back in their best English to their lost teacher. Luckily all paths lead to Rome, I mean Friesenhofen, but one is about 1 hour longer than the other. Mr. Hakuba knows this problem well since this is his 20 something visit to this labrynth, but since he knows it’s harmless he lets his people go. He is no Moses and he can’t part a sea, but he can build a rope bridge and go over it like a pro. Our wonderful Heimeltern, Anita und Wilhelm, welcomed us back with a delicious BBQ made in Germany, also sagen wir mal Grill, and left us in a food coma. Because this is English camp and becuase of the weather, we switched lunch with dinner (zu Deutsch: Mittagessen und Abendessen) to have the opportunity for a full cultural experience and to enjoy sitting outside without getting soaked. The bedtime story tonight was very ambitious but es lief ganz gut, wie ein Deutscher sagen würde. We read the Magic Flute in English… Mozart would be rolling in his grave, but we got an applause at the end and one might think it was because it was over but we’d like to think they liked it. Well, we still have four days to make them like it. Let’s see… and thank you for Deutsche Bahn.