Three Rivers Run Through It--Passau
When we opened our curtains in the morning, we saw Passau emerging from the mist. Passau emerged as a key trading city back in the day because it is right at the German/Czech/Austria border and is surrounded by three rivers: the Danube (our river--that's right, we're claiming it for the Kress-Davis clan, which has already conquered the Chicago, Colorado, Cuyahoga, Fox, Hillsborough, Humber, Genesee, Hudson, Milwaukee, Mississippi, Potomac, Seine, Susquehanna & Thames Rivers; Hogtown Creek; and Biscayne Bay), the Ilz, and the Inn. (Yep, those are ours now, too!) Harper ponders the rivers' confluence over her now-standard breakfast of muesli and salami. Penn awaits his French toast, which--by now--our breakfast waiter, the amazing Radu, knows is his "regular." When I opened our window that morning, about six ducks swam right to it (clearly trained to get food from docked tourists). They seemed so hopeful of getting breakfast. I felt horri...