Boy, am I thoroughly Amerikan now. The Germans take Sunday off, because it's Sunday, then a bunch of them take Monday off, because it's tainted by Sunday? Or maybe because no one wants to buy anything on Monday after a debauchery soaked weekend? I don't think so. It shouldn't surprise me that they stretch their weekend into 2 and a half days, but it does. And way more of the restaurants than I remember are taking the afternoon off, like the German siesta (ruhestuden?). News flash, that's not the reason Spain won the WM, kids.
Chris has been being very nice with her explanations and observations, but clearly I need to do just a bit of ranting.
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if you don't live here, where do you wash your clothes? Sure, Hasselfelde is a small town, so just wait until you get to a big city, like, say, Schierke; they'll def have somewhere for you to do your laundry. But we don't live there either?! Do we have to pay an extra 20 Euro for the privilege of paying more to wash our cloths? The hausfrau today looked honestly shocked that I'd ask her to use her washing machine. Like it'll blow her cost benefit ratio to shit. Like she couldn't comprehend that I might be willing to pay her even 5 Euro for the cost of water and electricity it would take to run one load of laundry. What do things cost here anyway? The groceries aren't THAT expensive. The trains are, but they allow things like the Eurail pass. Sheesh
It's Monday. I have a sore throat. It's 2 pm, and I'm out of luck. There is no pharmacy open.
Screw Dan Brown. His little Deception Point novel kept me up until 4 A.M. Sure, part of it was being afraid of going to sleep to wake up again minutes laster coughing, but the other part of Dan Brown and his crack-writing. 540 pages in 5ish hours. Word to the wise; don't start Dan Brown (or John Grisham) after 9 P.M. If you have anything else to do the next day. Me, all I had going was walking 7ish miles. But you might have a job to do, or children to feed. Or anger to manage, and that kind of sleep just won't keep the wolves at bay.
So, in conclusion, I love Germany. Thank God for St. Döner auf Kebap.
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