And this morning I traveled again.

Bremen, Germany: it was the summer of 2008. Every time we turned around, we stumbled upon another statue in Bremen. I remember one, on whatever street we were walking down, with three little pigs, just kind of walking down the street. I got down and rubbed their bellies. They were so adorable. Richard acted so embarrassed. He probably was a little embarrassed. Germany is pretty rigid and conforming. And none of the locals were making goo-goo eyes at the pigs. 

But he took my picture. He knew what to expect from me. And he loved me anyway.