Jonathan helped himself to the remnants of scrambled eggs. Shelley was disappointed that Jonathan had beaten her to the morsels. They were almost as fluffy as the cloud she floated on when she woke up in Max’s arms. She consoled herself with another slice of zopf. She slathered the golden plaited bread with butter and marmalade. “That’s the real reason why we look forward to his visits,” Josef said. “And I thought it was my charming personality that kept me welcome all these years,” Max said. “So where are we headed to next, Max?” Dex asked. “I trust that you are all familiar with the Fountain of Youth?” Max asked. “The one Ponce de León was searching for in Florida?” Simon asked. “I’m no whiz in geography, but I think Florida would be quite a detour for a European road trip,” Brad said. “Indeed.” Max grinned. “But while Ponce de León went looking for the secret of eternal youth, we are going in search of the opposite. And for that, campers, we shall have to make our way to Austria.”
