So the french hospital system is less than hospitable. I mean, the nurses were really nice... but they don't offer guests a shower or towels or anything! Plus, even though Aunty L was paying over 2k a night to stay in the hospital for care, they put a crazy lady beside her who wouldn't shut up during the night! So when we went to visit her she had admitted to having very little sleep. It's really unfortunate.
The drive to Ramstein was nice, and you definitely noticed a change of pace once you got out of France and on to German roads. Leaving Paris took forever though. But once we got going, it was good -- Uncle D even got camera flashed for speeding! Also, there were cute little decorations along the roadside that consisted of gradiated colored rock that would look like the side of the road was changing color as you passed. Was interesting! I think I saw an animation done in the same way in a Japanese subway tunnel.
In the middle of the night, I woke up to a tremendous roar. It startled me, and I got up to look around, and realized it was Uncle D's snoring!! I strategically hopped off and on the bed again to perhaps disturb his slumber enough that he would relent on the noise, but unfortunately it was to no avail. So instead, I decided to wake him up and let him know he was snoring... so in my quietest yet firmest voice, I whispered, "Uncle D... Uncle D... wake up, Uncle D.... you're snoring! It sounds like there's a bear in the room?". He woke up, didn't even realize he was snoring, and went back to bed. In the morning he told me he got a kick out my attempt to wake him up: apparently Aunty L has a better method -- hitting! What I find even more funny is that KP managed to sleep through it all.
Despite the setbacks mentioned earlier, being back in Germany feels nice.