Many years ago, a man made a fortune in the Prussian army. He sent his son on a grand tour through Europe, as was a custom in those days. When the son returned, his dad said something along the lines of, "Welcome home, lad. Now off with you to the military academy in Vienna." The son had other plans, however. He said, "Dad, I'd like to spend the entire family fortune on making a park full of little Greek statues, waterways, labyrinths, and cul-de-sacs - just like they do in the cultured parts of Europe." Perhaps surprisingly, dad agreed (we wish we had a dad like that). The park still exists. In fact, we visited it today. It's now part of a Unesco World Heritage Site called "Gardenworld of Dessau-Worlitz". When we strolled through the park, we became aware of three distinct groups of visitors: young families with children (who hated it), elderly people (who loved it) and us (who loved it, too). The best part was the boat ride. A boatman, who doubled as tour guide, rowed us through the park. All people in the boat could understand German, except Nita, so that the boatman appointed Andre as her official translator. Whenever he completed a little talk about the park, he looked solemnly at Andre, who found himself say things like "this part of the park was built much later, in the early 19th century" or "...not to be confused with the neo-gothic style we observed earlier". It was a splendid day.