It feels so good to see the end of today. Sitting in the smoking room with all the other people sipping on the glass of beer and knowing that tomorrow, oh tomorrow I am free. (Thank God!) This has definitely been the longest week! Tonight, went pretty well (plating middle course, but this time with communication). My favorite part had to be the first few steps out in to the night air. Those steps just made my night… then I felt cold… and then I started to huff up the hill (Still working on those calves). I scrubbed all the kitchen grime, washed, rewashed, and washed again (I am currently grapefruit scented) to remove all signs of food play. (I’m so clean I’m squeaking!) Tomorrow, tomorrow, how lovely to know it is tomorrow. What am I going to do with tomorrow? Definitely laundry (I have at least four 50 euro cents for back up!), clean my floor (As intriguing as the dust in the corner is…. I will remove it), go to Sonthofen (get out of here!), and hopefully find myself some pizza (tonight’s craving)… Hmmm…(look at all those parentheses… I use them and ellipsises a lot… but they help me visualize my pauses and train of thought… if that makes sense)
Today I did a little more channel flipping, but it was all financial talk or a fascinating German infomercial for an incredibly nifty hedge trimmer (it comes in lime green too!). Fascinating, but my eyes were too heavy to lift any more. I slept... Oh yes. Out in minutes... SO well and so deep that I woke up panicking, thinking that I slept through my alarm. Nope. I still had an hour to go. My moment of panic woke me up enough to get out of bed and sit some more in the sun ( trying to work on my paleness) with a cup of coffee and an amusing podcast ( If you don’t listen to This American Life… I highly recommend it for long stays in foreign countries :))
I’m officially 17 minutes into my free day how exciting not to dread going to bed! The people upstairs can laugh and sound like hyenas all they want since 6:45 AM isn’t going to see this one all morning cranky! Then again… everyday that I’ve gotten up early there seems to be a thicker fog over the Alps… Maybe I’ll just pop out for a quick picture... but no promises…
Today’s dinner consisted of potato salad, pretzels, and hotdogs… Back home hotdogs are generally a last resort meal… They are something easy to cook, inexpensively fulfill a meat need, and something to quickly fill an empty stomach. But the ones here…. They aren’t just any hotdog. They taste like meat and have a lovely snap when you bite down on them. I slice the thickest part of my pretzel and it perfectly snuggled my tube-steak (as my father so elegantly likes to call them). It truly is some tasty stuff. I am not a huge hotdog fan. Generally back home I cover them with the ketchup and mustard to give them some sort of flavor and sometimes add chips for some sort of interesting texture, but the ones here are good as is. The toppings are an added bonus. (Mustard here is quite tasty… not the French’s yellow, vinegary crap!) I am overall really enjoying the variety of tube shaped meat here. Every day I try to find one I haven’t tried yet. Some not so good… other incredible. But the snap and balanced flavors have certainly changed my opinion on the hotdog matter.
My yawns are growing in their intensity and length and making me squint so as to no longer be able to see what I am typing… Yup… they are that intense. Oh… Five in a row… queuing me to stop here.
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