Our time in Germany was starting to come closer to an end. These are pictures from rubble hill, our last german festival, meeting up with Bret at work, and loving on baby Piper.
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| Looking out on the city on Rubble Hill. |
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| Waiting for the other half of our group to meet up with us at the festival. |
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| I was trying to get a picture of people in their traditional german outfits. You can kind of see some in the back there. The later it gets the more people are there and dressed up but also more drunks so we don't stay too late. |
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| Bret (green shirt) and some kids on the swings. |
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| Bret's perspective on the swings. |
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| These kids are good friends. |
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| Bret seeing how fast he can milk a cow (a fake one). |
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| All cotton candy in Germany is white and only one flavor. |
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| Pipers blue on her outfit matched Bret's shirt. |
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| That bow...is bad. |
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