Day 7 & 8 - Passau, Germany

Our last days of the trip were spent back in Germany. Waking up and eating breakfast we were treated to this view out of the window.

Again, we had another morning tour about town that including taking in some stunning views of the rivers, St. Stephan's Cathedral and the local city hall.

After a lunch that included ice cream covered waffles and eiskaffee (coffee over ice cream) we made the horrible decision to hike up the hill to the Bishop's fortress, Veste Oberhaus. About 5 minutes into our misguided adventure I just wanted to be left for dead, but we persevered onward until we reached the fortress. Seriously, next time just pony up for the funicular!

Timing is everything with these trips as Passau was completely flooded out in the summer of 2013. Thankfully everything was repaired and opened back up in time for our visit. It was a beautiful city with delicious ice cream waffles - what more could you want? 

On our last day we had to bus about two hours to Munich to catch our flight home. Once seated on the plane it was announced that it was our pilot's last flight after 43 years of service. His family was on board and there was much clapping and cheering. And, as a custom, fire engines sprayed water over our plane as we taxi'd down the runway.

That was about the only good part of our trip home since from there on out it was a nightmare. We flew from Munich to Atlanta where we had a couple of hour layover, but our flight crew never showed for the next leg to San Fran so we were late getting into California and missed our connecting flight to Chico. Delta couldn't give two sh*ts about it and said it was only their job to get us to San Francisco, but not on time. By then we'd been up for over 24 hours and it was emotional meltdown time. Chris called Best Western, with whom he's a platinum member from all of his traveling, and by some miracle was able to get us a room for the night that included a shuttle from the airport. The next day we had a flight home to Chico scheduled at 10:00 am, but it kept getting delayed over and over until we weren't flying out to close to 3:00 pm. I was so livid by then and completely over this trip. Lesson from this experience? San Francisco International Airport is the root of all evil and should be avoided at all costs. But besides that, Austria was a beautiful place to visit, though I'd still choose to go back to Germany between the two.