During the Gulf War, my father was supposed to make a stop-over on a military base Germany for a few weeks before being shipped off to Qatar to serve in the war. (He was an aircraft technician, so I didn’t need to worry too much about him.)
My father is a very reserved man who doesn’t often display emotion, but I can safely say that every time he tells me about his 3 months spent in Germany’s Black Forest he seems genuinely happy, as if recalling the greatest time of my life.
So, I want to go on a drinking tour of the Black Forest with my dad.