It’s a misty Monday morning in Berchtesgaden, Germany. American children who’ve just met that morning are kicking a ball in the grass, friends already. Adults of all ages are milling around, helping each other with luggage and joking about our German waiter from the night before. It’s gloomy out, but everyone is smiling and familiar. Some of us didn’t even know each other seven days ago. This is Guilford.
Dave Explains (Augustiner-Keller Biergarten)