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We fed the ducks. They were quite territorial and a little frenzied. One duck goosed another duck. I counted 50 ducks, but more kept coming when they heard the "bread over hear" quack. A swan even showed up for the action and bit me, it was pretty dang neat.
Andreas, the roommate, asked when we were going to "eat the ducks." (the fact is, we had just watched a show on peking ducks the last night. The irony is, the ducks almost ate us.) This is Andreas and Sarah. Please take note of the kick ass jacket. This is their toilet. It sort of puts your poo on display before you flush it. It also enables you to save water by having a stop-flush function. Those Efficient Germans! This is me with random statues of human appendages. (no weiners yet!)
I must tell you the most amazing thing here is the food. I've had two DELICIOUS home-made dinners here, one fabulous Pizza dinner and all the Ritter Sport my hips will handle. I bought bunches of candy to do the taste-test and they sell wine in the grocery store for like 3 bucks a bottle (we only bought two bottles today). There's crusty, delicious bread on every corner, the vegggies are uber fresh, the salad is "lamb lettuce" with a wonderful texture, the mushrooms are white as ivory and perfect, and the sun sank so many colors it nearly broke my heart.
We've been to Trier (saw the DOM and ate Doener and Dropped some Dough at H&M eurostyle). We just got backfrom the Crazy Koblenz dance club. it was an indescribable experience. Sarah is now that teacher who sings and dances to folk music. And we spent most of the day chilling and grocery shopping. Drank some Radler (lemonade flavored beer in kick ass bottles) while wandering around the park (drinking in public: completely licit). And Sarah whipped up a Chocolate-chestnut Torte and by whipped up, I mean she whipped some egg whites by hand until they reached stiff peaks. This took nearly two hours.
Tomorrow: maybe heidelberg, maybe just sleeping in and buying hard-core palestinian scarves.
Saufen!
Auf Wiedersehen,
Gigi
1 comment:
i would have to say that in my experience the orange fanta i had in england was better than the american kind which is syrupy and too sweet. was the kind in germany like the american one? if so, thats too bad.
the british one was a little tart and not too sweet and i loved it.
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