I love ice cream. I love it so much that I’m quite confident in saying that, over the course of my life, the days in which I’ve eaten ice cream outnumber the days in which I haven’t, and yes, that’s including years 0-2 (ish), when you don’t eat any ice cream at all. It’s one…
Freshly baked bread is a big deal around here, and there are bakeries on nearly every corner. For us, the brötchen (small rolls) provide an inexpensive and filling snack, and we’ve probably each eaten 20 or so of them in the two weeks that we’ve been in Germany. There is a clear distinction to be…
Now that we’ve been in Germany for two weeks, I thought it’d be interesting to post some of my initial observations and reactions to my new country. – Just about everyone speaks English. People always start a conversation in German, but once they hear our accents and attempts at German, they generally switch to English…
Martinstor – one of Freiburg’s two city gates. Forgive the poor placement of the woman dragging her child in the foreground. Brian getting ready to enjoy a local beer – Freiburger. Surprisingly, it tastes just like all of the other pilsners we’ve had so far. The Dreisam River right behind our apartment building. I could…
I’ve heard it before, but always as part of a cliché about Germans. “Germans love cars and rules and beer. They like beer so much, it’s cheaper than water!” But as with all stereotypes, there is some truth. In some places, it is in fact MUCH cheaper to drink beer than water. Our first night…
That’s what Brian said to me about 3 weeks before our big move as I planned out what I’d pack in my suitcases – one of them big enough to actually hold me inside while zipped. “Yes, of course,” I replied, shaking my head at him like he was an alien. Well, as I sit…
Getting ready to move to Germany required a long list of things that needed to be taken care of. And each time we checked something off, dozens more appeared (or so it seemed). Who would’ve thought that moving to another country takes so much effort and planning! First, we needed to decide where in Germany…
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