“Guten Morgen” rang out from one of the three older ladies who passed me by on an early morning walk on the Philosopher's Way. I had just begun the walk up the steep incline.
Suddenly, it's quiet once again. The only sounds are the crackling of fallen leaves on the pavement. There is a light fog in the air, with the trees ablaze with gold, red and yellow.
What started as a quiet Sunday morning walk ...
I always had the impression of northern Germany as too industrialized, lacking an Old World charm I had come to expect in Germany. My first trip to Bad Neuenahr changed that.
It’s hard to beat or explain the splendor of fall in Colorado’s Mt. Sneffels Range, with it gold and yellow aspens quaking in the wind and the smell of soon coming snow in the wind.