In the land of Benedict...not quite the German shepherd we were looking for...

So today Miller and I went Pope hunting. Not really! As we live very near the birth place of our dear Pope, we often think of him. At least I think of him, as far as I know, Miller has passing appreciation for the man he refers to as "Benny". We decided to take a Sunday drive , as is quite in fashion here, but as we are in farm country, most residents' drives include farm equipment. We strolled through the green countryside our Pope grew up in and the Russians ravaged during World War Two. This place has just so much history! On our drive, we encountered many churches and shrines. It is astonishing that most of these structures were erected long before the United States separated from England. Although spring, it was quite chilly and started to flurry. The pictures came out alright (including one of a three legged cat), yet the sky made for a very difficult time in trying to not make each photo look washed out. The relative humidity also gave us a bothersome haze to work around, or that may have been simply from the sheer amount of cow dung each farmer uses to fertilize his fields! It has been a nice relaxing Sunday, as Miller is now reading a book on the couch. I have been taking a bit of time to refresh my mind on German history. I love the weekends....