Last Updated on April 28, 2014
..Every day, we leave our house on a hill in the German Alps and hike over a mile down into the village to pick up some fresh bread and food for the day. Each time as we reach the very outskirts of town, we meet this little guy and his wife, who run right up to the fence to greet us. This area of Germany is so traditional, it is so easy to imagine a very similar lifestyle here fifty years ago. We haven’t named the Mr. and his Mrs. yet – any ideas?