Grant insisted that we stop at Leon for mussels and waffles. We hate to tell him it is the euro equivalent of a Denny's, as he fancies himself quite the gastro tourist.
After bowls of heaping mussels, we hit the road again making our way to Stuttgart for the night. A quick swim was followed by an amazingly authentic and scratch-made meal at a local German restaurant. As is the case quite often, Trent charmed the grandmotherly waitress, and by the end of the night, he was back in the kitchen helping her... which resulted in handfuls of cookies. We are now spent. And full. And grateful.
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