Today it was just me and the girls. We live right next to a very big shopping district so we headed off for a look. Of course being Europe, can't afford a thing. And of course, all I look at are kids things. The Playmobil selection is pretty damn good. Girls don't like shopping much, so we stopped for weiners (what else?).
Artemis is getting a cold so we spent the afternoon at home. I went shopping when Y came home and our local grocery store is ABYSMAL, not so much if you like canned weiners.
Not yet.
The produce is fantastic. Local strawberries, apricots, asparagus. But you must buy at the little fruit vendors, not the grocery stores.
Yesterday was Vera's second birthday, so we went to Paula and Pedros. They had a wide assortment of expat friends, and it reminded me of living in Massachusettes, how open to friendsihp and socializing the dispossessed are. Another check for the expat life style - so many friends, and intimates too.
So Melissa what would you do with such limited exercise options? I surrender: walking, maybe the occassional run, but through a caucophany of traffic, its not so great, and ? Two months, I'll fall apart and roll back to Canada on my beer gut, but god help me, I won't care (that's the beer talking).
Decided tonight will take a 4 week course at the Goethe institute starting on July 1. I have always wanted to speak German, and this is it....my big opportunity. Dad, do you have any rudimentary pathways still firing? Who will I speak with?
Tomorrow the zoo? Checkpoint Charlie? THe needle? Curry wurst - a local specialty. Must try that.
Euro cup again tonight and the neighbours are rowdy. Germany isn't even playing.
Yes of course Henry, my Euros are your Euros. And sorry, brought the wrong cord to download pics. Four days in, my camera is already full. What'll I do?
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Berlin sounds very exciting especially compared with Kamloops.
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear you are enjoying the
German diet.
Dad does not speak one word of German. He grew up during WW2 and people hid the fact they had German blood. In fact my mom was always told not to tell people her father was German.
John was so naive he actually chased kids down the street yelling Kraut!!! It was a great shock when he found out his mother was German and he was a kraut himself.