Day 10 – Knife factory
Apparently German knifes are the best, and that is why we all piled into a car to day and headed up to the Wusthof factory about half an hour a way from where we were staying. When we got there my Dad was is chef heaven, they had knifes for everything. Some of the knifes were so sharp you could cut your self just by looking at them, just kidding, but still they were sharp, very sharp. That was about it for that day as claire stared to feel sick. So we went home relaxed and went to sleep.
