Kraftwerk at the Seaside

The sun was their good friend and shone on high in a bright blue sky.

Ralf paused to wipe sweat from his brow during the construction of an elaborate sandcastle. Fritz was already onto his third ice cream and positively beaming with satisfaction. Henning paddled daintily in the ocean sporting the new shorts he’d purchased for a fair price in Düsseldorf. Florian sat cross legged on a cotton towel counting hard earned pfennigs and desperately wanting to go to the loud arcade with the neon lights.

The patient Volkswagen awaited the boys and another drive, drive, drive on the Autobahn.