The hosting duties began at approximately 9:30pm last Friday - our guests arrived on the train from Paris into K-town, and we met them at the station. They didn't have many bags; we stood around for a while chatting before heading back towards the car. It was at this moment that Paul* realized he had left his jacket on board. "I thought it was a bit chilly," he told us as we watched the train speed away.
Fortunately, Paul is known for his exceptional friend-making skills, and he quickly managed to flag down a janitor who kindly escorted us to the Polizei station a block away. Eventually the jacket was found on the train, and arrangements were made to have it returned to our location within the hour. Satisfied with these results, Dan and I decided to take our visitors to the apartment where we were planning on laying out a traditional German supper, to include: various rolls of bread, slices of herb-encrusted salami, ham, salmon, mini-sausages (with cheese in them, yum), Gouda cheese, butterkaese cheese, Maasdammer cheese, and brie, as well as Laughing Cow cream cheese (my new favorite) and some cow-tongue meat, which nobody ate.
Later, as the ladies and I sat and gossiped, Dan and Paul traveled back to the train station to pick up the misplaced jacket; they returned a while later with nothing. Apparently the item was unable to make its transfer at the designated time. The men were instructed to pick the jacket up, in Mannheim, within one week - they decided to pick it up on our way to Munich.
So we all continued talking, finished our supper, discussed our plans for the next day (an overnight trip to Leuven, Belgium), and finally went to sleep at 2am.
* Name changed upon offender's request
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