After a farewell happy hour to wish cousin Chris and Leipzig auf Wiedersehen, Arlo & I made our way to Trier, Germany, on the Mosel River where our weeklong bike ride begins. Trier brags about being the oldest city in Germany and shows off impressive Roman gates, baths, and a gladiator amphitheater (that was hidden under vineyards until recently). Our hotel made us feel royal with a “sky pool” and a breakfast feast fit for a king. Arlo said, “Everything. That’s what’s for breakfast.” Though I’ve enjoyed many a German breakfast buffet, this one takes the crown.



