Saturday, October 17, 2026

Day 5: Strasbourg and day on the ship Hild

 

Note how low the river is.

I didn't go in to Strasbourg because I thought it would be too strenuous after two walking tours of me falling behind the group and getting "winded" on the hills.  Rebecca's photos are beautiful and I was correct in staying behind---I've seen beautiful German towns and although this was French, the photos looked like dozens of German towns I've been in.  They limited the number in the L group and I decided I would make space for someone who hadn't lived in Germany or visited five-six times over the years.  We didn't know what they limited until everyone got back.  It was so strenuous up a hill that they sent taxis to bring the L group back down to the bus.  (I love how thoughfult Viking is---they took great care of us).



So, I stayed on the ship and was surprised when I realized we were moving.  We had been moored on a canal and the view was pretty dull, but we moved to the main channel of the river and "cozied" next to another Viking ship.  I was confused on what was happening until I saw a gangplank connecting the two ships.  Later, I noticed people filing on board----across one ship, onto a gangplank and into our ship.  This arrangement happened several times on the trip due to the rivers being low.

I had done some hand washing of clothes on my "free" day and had thought I could hang them outside---who would see them? Well, as close as our ship was to the other ship, I smirked when I saw someone had done just that! (not zoomed---that close)


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Between Two Worlds

Most of my life, I've considered it fortunate that I was just ahead of the Baby-boom. Generally, the Baby-boomers were born between 1946 and 1964 after the fathers returned from World War II. It was a huge population explosion that has reverberated through American society.

This blog will be part history, part memories, part reflections of a retired teacher, but active "Senior". I have always felt like I straddled two generations forming a bridge. Sometimes I think like a baby-boomer, but sometimes I'm locked into my parents' Depression era thinking. I'm a dichotomy of two eras. But, I'm always ready to try something new---so here I am dipping my toes in the water of Blogworld.