Kyle talking here. My dad came and visited me in Germany this past August. We wanted to see the whole 'D-Day thing' so I drove us to France. Dad navigated...and neither one of us speak a lick of French. Well, REAL French. Quite a few hours into the drive we stopped at a rest stop in the Ardennes and started walking around, looking at the forest and shaking out the kinks. In the process, we found an enormous blackberry patch along a dirt road. We wrastled our way into the edges and then stood there and ate blackberries until we were queasy. Perfectly ripe. My mouth waters just thinking about it.