We were driving up a street not far from here and as we were dodging through the cars parked on both sides (most often, people seem to at least try to all park on one side of the street), Guitarman remarked that the Americans were parking like idiots. Suddenly we notice that not only have they parked like morons, but they’re also flying a huge American flag from their apartment balcony. Oh, it’s embarrassing. And not only that, but there are some very valid reasons why it’s ill-advised to be too obvious about being an American in Germany right now. Sheesh.
How’s this for odd? In a country that has virtually NO Mexican food (I say virtually… there is some, but I’ve been assured that it’s not very good), there is a quesadilla maker on sale at Netto (local market) this week. And if they’re selling it, that means it’s 220-voltage… which begs the question: Where in the 220-voltage world is the high demand for quesadilla makers? They seem like such an American product.
Grandma-Nana wasn’t feeling well today… she skipped breakfast and everything, and pretty much laid low today. Poor thing. And just before her trip home (she leaves tomorrow).
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