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My passion for travel was clearly passed down to me from my Mother.   Around 1949, she accepted a civil service job in Wiesbaden, Germany.   This was during the American occupation of Germany following World War II.   My mother, especially for her time, was quite independent.   She boarded a train in San Bernardino, California headed for New York City.   In New York, she boarded a troop ship destined for Bremmerhaven, Germany.   Upon arriving in Germany, the ship was met by General Eisenhower who formally welcomed the troops and civilians, like my mother, there to support the military’s efforts in Germany.    Her first night in Weisbaden confirmed her fears that she had made a mistake.   The hotel where she was ultimately to live was not prepared for her and her paycheck and funds had not arrived.   She was finally placed in a tacky hotel room located in the red-light district of Wiesbaden.      She was unable to sleep because of the noise outside of the hotel.   There were sc