Of all the weekdays we’re playing around with, Friday is the one offering most opportunity and time. It’s no longer a work day, nor is it quite yet weekend. Perfect blogging-time in other words.

So, Germany. Was pretty. Interesting.

The best experience was probably the Bäckerei where you get any possible pullaa so cheap they might as well throw it at you, at least if you compare it to my dear home country. Nothing like driving between misty mountains in the early, early morning eating breakfast out of a warm paper bag. You do get.. well fat.. rather quickly in that country though, so take care, and forgive the bluntness.

The worst experience was maybe the Sauerkraut, even though it didn’t really taste bad.. it’s just not.. quite.. normal. Or maybe walking up a Swiss mountain was far worse now that I think about it, but let’s blame that on another country.

The funniest moment was when the C dropped its morning egg into its hot chocolate, but that’s too small of a detail to interest the big of a public. The most boring moment was when I couldn’t have any more Zwetschgenknödel at His Mother’s House, as we had to hurry to go eat even more delicious food at the next place.

Now, inbetween there was a mentionable visit to.. uhm.. “Europe’s.. like.. uhm.. biggest.. or at least.. fastest.. or most overly decorated” theme park! (via Freibug, hej Linda)

Ell yes! Zero to a hundred in 2 seconds is superb, but if you ever saw Mythbusters drop a crash test dummy from a crane into the ocean, you know that a 100 km/h in rain is.. well.. a bad idea. Throwing grus into your face might be more fun.

And I bought Hugo Boss jeans for an H&M-price. That was just me giving the - do forgive - finger, to my own country and it’s silly prices.

Other mentionables would be cake, more cake and.. so on. Looking at baby pictures [a phenomenon I never tried before..], a regional drive around the country side and..

Oh.. oh no.. now I remember the worst moment by far.. Me driving. Damn this country, its yellow signs and its backwards logic. Never have I driven like such a woman. Ever. Nothing got buckled though, except for my pride.

Where was I.. cake, pictures, driving, more cake, meeting people, parties, dinners, cutting wood, planing wood, gluing a guitar [strange how these type of things just follow you around..], exchanging presents.. It was by far the longest short holiday I ever had, and might’ve just been the best in.. ages.

I did it. I ate white sausage and sour cabbage. I went to the bäckerei, metzgerei and käserei. Ich habe Deutsch gesprescht, oder manchmal gesprochen, viel versteht, und Ich hab’ es überlebt. Nein danke, Ich schaue mich nur um.. I‘ve bought the local beer and I have tschüsst every other person on the street. Concider me German. Ish.

I was more than happy to be back though, mostly as no living thing can survive such an adventure-packed schedule for more than 10 days, at least not if you’re the young type, as I once concidered myself to be…

Never mind.

Back to black as usual, and when the next Friday arrives I will maybe find time to write about what horrors greeted me when I returned to the mother country.. Til then, take care, as I now will of a red fluff with a flu.