When we were in college and the hubs was studying abroad in Nice, he sent me an email saying that he was going to Munich’s Oktoberfest with a few friends. Hearing from him during this weekend away was unfathomable, as these were the days before smart phones, FaceTime, and Snapchat. Lo and behold, on a Saturday afternoon in September, my dorm room phone rang and there he was. Entirely unintelligible, calling me from the phone booth in his hostel, via calling card. I don’t remember much of the conversation. I only know there was a lot of slurring, a lot…