Early mid-afternoon we set off for Ramstein, Germany--again much later than planned. Thanks to a sign I happened to read in a truck stop bathroom, we chose the breathtaking San Gottardo Pass to get through the mountains instead of the 17-kilometer tunnel (a nightmarish place that tends to have smoke billowing out of it and cars backed up for miles outside the entrance). I worked on my fear of mountain driving and did the whole thing, with only one pull-off to catch my breath. (This was a huge accomplishment--in July I had to let a friend take over on a mountain drive because I couldn't hack it) The rest of the drive was quite boring--standard European rolling hills & plains--and we got to Ramstein around 10 that night.
At Landstuhl, Nathan saw the eye doctor to prep for his laser surgery in September, and I saw the rheumatologist, who confirmed that I should no longer take my amazing arthritis drug due to mysterious side effects. We also saw downtown Kaiserslautern, which is adorable, and attempted to get a taste of Americana at Ramstein's Chili's, which was closed because it is located on a military installation. On August 7th we pointed the wagon towards Paris.