It’s our last day in Germany. For lunch, Eileen took Tracy and I to a nice Italian restaurant in the city. We spent most of the evening just relaxing and packing, preparing for our flight home, and watching Sven Hannawald performing ski jumping on EuroSport on television. Eileen had some work to do, so Tracy and I ventured out alone for dinner. I somehow managed to lose my train ticket to the airport so we had to stop by the station and get another one. Eventually, we found a small cafe in the city and decided to eat there. I had cordon bleu, and Tracy had white sausages. We stopped by the House of 150 Beers one last time before taking the bus home and calling it a night.