Well, it’s official. I’ve turned German. I resisted their boots and grey clothes all through winter, but they finally got me. I finally got a basket for my bike. Or as I like to call it, I totally pimped my ride. This is going to be a game changer. No more carrying pounds of groceries […]
adapting
Slow like honey
This Saturday’s victim was the bee man. I can’t just make a normal trip to the market without finding someone to shake down and ask crucial questions like “where do your chickens live?”, “is your beef grassfed?”, “where do your lemons really come from?”, or “are the fish raised in a farm” Usually, I get […]
No socks. No service.
e I love moccasins. Germans love boots. I walk to work in my tennis shoes, wool socks, and leg warmers (yes, I am quite the fashion statement). When I get to work, I slip on my comfy mocs and it immediately makes the workday more relaxing; it’s like I’m wearing slippers around the office. Without […]