Remember back in the summer of 2013 when The Wife and I went to Herrenhäuser Gärten here in Hannover, Germany, to see the International Firework Competition? It’s where different European countries orchestrate pyrotechnic displays set to music. Anyway, as we were waiting to enter the garden, we noticed the vast majority of the people in line were old. Like, old as balls. We soon found ourselves lost in a sea of gray hair — adrift upon wave after wave of receding, platinum-rimmed pates. It was really quite breathtaking.
So after thoroughly appraising the short-timers around us, my wife leaned close to me, whispering…
THE WIFE: “They all have such silver hair. They are silver surfers.”
Oh God, My Wife Is German. 
I love that image of 100s of silver surfers milling around waiting for the fireworks. My ambition was always to become a grey nomad, travelling the world with my silver haired pals. How much better to do this as a fleet of silver surfers.
I love the blog by the way, I lived in Germany for a year many moons ago and your words bring back some of those long forgotten memories. Nicely written too.
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Hi debmcseph, and thank you for the kind words!
I, too, am looking forward to becoming a true silver surfer.
Where did you live in Germany for that year?
Have a great day!
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I lived in Marburg in Hessen. A beautiful historic town, complete with Schloss. Great memories. I miss the Bratwurst!
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I know Marburg very well. It’s beautiful and I love it!
Did you ever go down into the Hinkelstein pub?
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He, paß auf, *ich* bin older than balls… :P
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Haw! I know you are, Old Wolf. I think your screen name tipped me off. :) That said, silver surfers rule.
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