Photographs of the Kloster in Lorch, Germany as well as the house my mother grew up in. On the drive back to Leuven from the Oktoberfest in Munich, we stopped in my mother's hometown to visit my grandmother in an old folks home. She's got pretty bad dementia and thought I was my dad, no clue who my sister was and to throw more confusion into the mix, my friend whom she had never met before. Oh well, it's the thought that counts, and so we took the long way home. We were all hungover as crap from the Oktoberfest which probably didn't help things much. Timestamps in EST, add six hours for the right one.