World Cup Homecoming in Berlin
It was a homecoming of sorts. Round two of the World Cup journeys brought me back to Berlin, where the boys would be gathering once again. Hilmar, Matti, Matthias, and Muemmel. Jeff and Will would be there too. As would all the rest.Hard to believe it had been eight years since I left. Eight years. So long ago, so much has happened in between, but it seems like just yesterday.As we wandered the streets, I'd catch myself thinking, "Wow! This used to be home. This was once mine." I'd worked so hard for it.It felt good coming home.