Breakfast at the hotel, just a little more wandering around town, then hit the road about 10am.  Time to head to the Galm farm.

We were on our way, but we had no address and no invitation.  No problem, if you're a Galm.  We drove slowly down the main road of this tiny German town, trying to match buildings with the old photos we had of the place.  We happened to spot a sign that read "August Galm" on a stately brick home just off the main road.  We pulled into the driveway like we owned the place.

Knocking on the door proved fruitless, as no one was home.  We stood around aimlessly, not really sure what our next move should be.

And then an older gentleman rode up on a bicycle: we had just found August Galm.

August spoke no English and between Chris and Steven we spoke only the tiniest hint of German.  Thanks to the magic of smartphones and translation apps, we were able to learn that August was distantly related to the Galms that Nick, Chris, and Amalie were descended from.  He told us we were looking for Karl and Marianna, who lived down the dirt road a little ways.  Once we had promised him that we would drive him back home, he hopped in our car and directed us to Karl and Marianna's home.


Since we had pretty much ambushed them on a random Tuesday morning, they were not exactly prepared for visitors.  But after changing out of their houseclothes (they did not want to be photographed until they were properly dressed!) they graciously brought out a table, some chairs, and refreshments.  Karl and Marianna also spoke no English, but still we sat around discussing family history through a combination of photographs, translation apps, and gestures.

Finally, we took our leave of Karl and Marianna and drove straight to Weisbaden.  We really wanted to try and make it into town and have some dinner before all the restaurants closed.

We made it in plenty of time and even found a laundromat.