Caffe Latte Macchiato Caramel with extra shot

of espresso and a slice of carrot cake.

It was much busier on the road than the previous two days. The route we took was for the most part on a regular road and so we had to accept the traffic. It was quiet in Aachen. We sat on a bench by the town hall in the sun. Boy, did I miss Aachen. In retroperspect I thought I had gotten used to going on just those few square miles, but I wasn't.

Back home, Bert discovered that he had lost his bicycle bag. We immediately jumped in the car to drive the route again. At almost three quarters of the way we saw the bag against a lamppost. Everything was still there. We were lucky.