Pack Your Virtual Bags. This is A Trip You Won't Want To Miss!

Would you like to take another virtual trip?

We've gone to Italy, Israel, Jordan, and a boatload of other places. What a great time we've had!

I will be the tour guide, passing on what I am learning, seeing, hearing, tasting, etc. Tons of photos!!

Okay, I hear you. You want to know where we're going this time? We will be traveling up the Rhine in Germany, visiting castles, and a wealth of other European sites along the way.

I board the plane July 31st. I have my passport, haven't begun to pack, but I have my journal ready to go! You, reader, won't need a suitcase or documents.

I'm keeping the travel log on a new FB page created solely for this trip. Each day I will choose a few photos, perhaps a video clip, and explanation. You'll be tempted by the delicious foods, and weary from climbing castle stairs. Feel free to interact in the comment section on the page.

Here is the link. You are all invited to join us.

Click here to join Mary Vee's Germany Virtual Tour group

Of course, we won't find any ghosts, but we will see intriguing history come to life.

Hope to see you there!

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