I just remembered a camping site on the Rhine or was it the Rhone, but for sure the pretty lady waking me with coffee at my tent was German. She asked if I wanted to drink it in her caravan. Being a morning man, I was jumping to attention. Alas, her mann was there at the caravan table but that coffee was great. They followed cycle racing and we talked a bit. Sometimes our fears (and hopes) get the better of us.