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And then, there was Strasbourg. As we left Hei-
                                                              delberg, murmurs of an incident at the Christmas
                                                              market drifted among the passengers. Our day-long
                                                              visit to one of Europe’s most loved Christmas mar-
                                                              kets was all but certain cancelled as we learned that
                                                              two were dead and the police were searching for the
                                                              gunman.
                                                                   We watched as the Viking crew transitioned
                                                              smoothly to another plan with grace and expertise.
                                                              We would still dock in Strasbourg, but we would visit
                                                              Frieberg instead. For those that wanted to go into
                                                              Strasbourg, it was still an option.
                                                                   By morning, the longship had docked in Stras-
                                                              bourg. I watched as the majority of passengers
                                                              loadedbusesheadingtowardFrieberg.Ialsosawtwo
                                                              older gentlemen walk into the city of Strausbourg,
                                                              unscathed by the risk and determined that no one
                                                              would hinder their journey. I learned later that these
                                                              two friends had made it through London’s bombing
                                                              in WWII and spoke of how nothing hindered them
                                                              now.
                                                                The buses approached the heart of the Baden, Ger-
                                                              many, a wine-growing region and the entry to the
                                                              Black Forest. I immediately dreamed of snow-cov-
                                                              ered fir trees, cuckoo clocks, and the creamy cake
                                                              withshavingsofchocolateandbrightredcherries.As
                                                              buses traveled deep into the forest, snow eluded me.
                                                              However, I learned the secrets of constructing the
                                                              sponge cake, which actually does taste better here,
                                                              and purchased the ultimate souvenir, a hand-made
                                                              German cuckoo clock with tiny fir trees and a man
                                                              who twirls at his appointed time.
                                                                 Our last day was rooted in history as we traveled
                                                              to the Colmar Pocket in the Alsace, France region.
                                                              From December 1944 until February 1945, the
                                                              French and Americans fought a bloody battle to hold
                                                              back the Germans. The Audie Murphy Memorial in
                                                              Holtzwihr and the hill where the 1944 Battle of Col-
                                                              mar took place where an American flag still flies re-
                                                              minded me of war’s brutality.
                                                                  As I departed Alruna on the last day of the cruise
                                                              in Basel, I hailed a taxi and headed for the airport,
                                                              going back to my world of routine and daily responsi-
                                                              bilities.ButasImovedalongthenearlyemptystreets




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