My absolutely fabulous trip to Europe concluded with U.S. Customs agents giggling at my giant duffel bag filled with sock yarn. I find it hard to believe that they haven't seen far more interesting or funny things come through customs (I remember a funny story from my former roommate involving customs agents inspecting an obscenely large, black dildo in a velvet bag...), but I'm glad I could provide them with a smile, especially considering what a shitty job they must have at times.
The only way this trip could've been better was if it had been longer (and if I hadn't left my capris in Düsseldorf). We were able to visit all of my family in Germany, including my grandmother, both uncles and several cousins. My grandmother is getting on in age, so it was particularly nice to be able to spend some quality time playing Canasta with her, which also allowed husband to learn the source of my poor sportsmanship when it comes to losing games (apparently in runs in the family). He quickly learned that the key to my grandmother's heart was to a) let her win and b) not question the rule changes that seemed to happen frequently. I was also able to meet the three cousins that had been born (and grown up!) since I last visited, including my absolutely awesome 13 year old cousin Camilla. She even convinced me to *gasp* read Twilight, which I had sworn I would never do. I'm reading it in German, though, so it doesn't really count. Plus, I haven't gotten to the "sparkling" part yet, so there is still time for me to bail out.
Aside from turning to the dark side, we also did some sightseeing in all three of the German cities we visited and spent a few days sans family in Bozen/Bolzano, Italy. Short little tour of our vacation through photos:
What, you thought I would end it there, with no photos or detailed discussion of the yarn? You should know better. Although you're partly right. The visit to the Wollmeise Mecca and the subsequent purchases warrant its own post, which will come soon. Promise.