| December 5, 2003 - Back from Germany - continued |
| So after a fun day of frivolity and Feuerzangenbowle we hightailed it back to Kaiserslautern. But not before having a scrumptious luncheon at an African restaurant in downtown Stuttgart. When we got to Kaiserslautern, we were starving and headed to a restaurant where I promptly realized I had caught a cold. The waitress, being newly arrived on the shores of Germany, couldn't understand a thing we were trying to say when we said we wanted hot water and lemon for my throat. After a while we got some hot water and 4 scrawny slices of lemon. Oh well, c'est la vie. After that, we stopped off at Mannfred and Gertrude's to get some of A.'s luggage that she had left there and that's when they gave me this wonderful stuff called Hexatiden. You gargle with it and it immediately numbs your throat. I'm sure it would never be approved here by the FDA because it works way too well. Anyway, after a couple of days of using that, I was right as rain except for a runny nose. On Monday, A. had caught my cold. So while she slept late, I went out and about to stores and such and then she and I got together for lunch and more shopping. Then it was off to meet five couples, in addition to Mannfred and Gertrude, for Flammkuchen. "What," you may ask "are Flammkuchen?" Well, I'll tell you. They're rectangular things of dough about 24 by 12 inches. The dough is rolled cracker thin and loaded with garlic, ham, onions, etc. and then baked in a wood burning oven. Yummy! After about eight of those had been served, they made dessert ones of cheese and pears, cheese and apples with cinnamon, etc. Deeee-lish! And they had a sign there proclaiming "Les beaujolais nouveaux sont arrives", meaning in French, "The new Beaujolais have arrived." I went running up to the table screeching "Les beaujolais nouveaux sont arrives" like Michael Jackson had suddenly appeared in our midst. Everyone just laaaaffed. Anyhoo, the next day A. didn't feel well again so Gertrude and I drove to Idar-Oberstein with an 11 month old boy, I'll call him Samuel, in tow. Gertrude sits kids and had got permission to bring this one with us. What a poop machine! We were in a restaurant trying to eat our dee-lish Jaegerschnitzel when Samuel's eyes suddenly got really big and he started groaning. So Gertrude took him and changed him. Then on the way back to Kaiserslautern he started grunting in the back seat. So when we got to Kaiserslautern, she changed him again. Then about 1/2 hour later, he pooped yet again! It was like a Play-Do Fun Factory run amock! For dinner we drove back to Worms (all of us) where we ate with Mannfred's parents, who had prepared an unbelievable spread of Braten, Spaetzle, potatoes, and salad, along with yummy (and much needed) beer. After that it was back to the hotel for sorrowful packing and partings. And the rest was just the dreary old trip back to my dreary old life at hateful ol' work. Anyway, it was all just too fantabulous as you can see from my description. But I still have to tell you about the Creepy Couple of Idar-Oberstein. But that, Dear Friends, will have to wait till another time. Go back to page 1 of Back from Germany Next entry Previous entry Go to diary entries Go back home |