I woke up early to make Zane and Oma some carrot apple juice. It was a crisp morning, enjoyably so, I thought. Oma and I ate together while Zane continued to hibernate in his way, whenever possible... I had Musli and Oma toast with coffee, and of course, the carrot apple juice on top. I brought Zane his juice in a german beer mug, thought it would do the trick.Oma and I drove to the post office for our rail tickets to Karlsrue, they would only sell us 5, 1 way tickets, so we drove to Beitighiem train station and I bought them from the machine beside the tracks. For cheaper too, I think..Upon return, Zane had had enough sleep and was ready for action. So I took him on a walk around the perimeter of town. We went up the stairs and through the alley next to the church and my kindergarden, where Incidentally I was offered my first cigarette at the age of 11 m, but flatly refused, and continued to do so for the next 11 years, until one drunken night I lost a battle against peer pressure and succumbed to the darkness. We went to the the center of town, then around the outside near the event grounds, soccer fields and shooting club. When we got back we made mini cheese pizzas from the freezer, Oma keeps all kinds of nice frozen foods in her freezer in the basement. She has them delivered by a sort of catering company that makes each food themselves for certain regions in Germany. When I was younger I used to think that it was scary going down there with the huge water heater the size of a room, spiders and cob webs, bottles of strange brews and racks of sharp and dangerous tools. Not to mention how dark it is. It still looks like that today, with a few newer additions to the decor, but still with the same feel. Some things never change, others very slowly, especially in Germany.My Uncle Armin came over with his wife Dani and my cousin Lisa. In true German style they brought with them pre dinner desert, a homemade coconut cake with Mango gelatin topping, and her new age (78) written on top, made of hardened sugar. When we approached the time of our reservation, They left us with whatever remained of the cake and went home to change before the main course. We all met at Saba, http://buergerstube-saba.de/index.php/en/ a restaurant made to look like a cave. Its one of the fancy places to eat in our little town. You know, special occasions only. I drove the three of us there, a journey of no more than 4 minutes, depending on traffic, and sat down some 5 minutes before Armin and company arrived to join us. I ordered a Flankuchen, and they brought me a flamkuchen... The last time I was here I ordered the same thing and they brought me the same different thing. Zane got a steak that oma suggested for him and he loved it. I suppose its just my bad restaurant karma from my terrorizing years of youth playing itself out, It's got to happen. Overall though dinner was a pleasant affair and passed quickly. I drove us home and we all Skyped mom in America, who was already talking to Michelle, my older sister on the phone, so she was put on speaker and we had one of those funny three way communications that the digital age has made possible. I gave Oma the necklace and bracelets that Michelle had intrusted with me to bring to her and then Zane and I started to watch a movie, but I went to bed as soon as I figured out the entire plot of the movie in 5 minutes and didn't care to prove or disprove my theories..