I thought it was a small world yesterday when I met a couple at the top of the Untersberg who were from Phillips, Wisconsin (where my great-grandfather was a cook in a lumberjack camp after immigrating from Germany). But it proved to be even smaller this morning when I ran into John Keese in the lobby of the hostel (he's one of the 03 McDermotts, for those of you who don't know him). Wow. Is that twice that two McDermotts have run into each other in a random European country?
Still waiting on my visa paperwork. I think I might go to Munich this weekend though, and see if I can meet up with Randi (one of my traveling buddies/roommates from my last trip to Europe).