Do you remember that doctor from Fitzgerald's novel who met his wife while riding his bike somewhere in Europe? Dick Diver, one of my favorites, has been on my mind as I traveled southern Germany, butchering the language, skulking about the sea promenade with my hands in my pockets, and tasting the produce for sale,: cherries, raspberries, strawberries. I rented a bike in Meersburg and took the ferry to Switzerland, only to find out I wanted to be back in Germany among the vineyards and the sunbathers. This area is very popular with Europeans. You can see the Swiss Alps in the far distance. There's a thermal bath by the lake and women bake like fingerlings in suits, and sometimes without suits. And there's buses going about doing wine tours, and there's free tastings. The area is called "the Bodensee" and I walked all over that son-of-a-bitch.