Do you have what it takes to drive in Europe? Sure, sometimes you have to have intestinal fortitude to drive in Europe! I, for one, hate the skinny passing lane in construction zones.
First it was a mystery. Then there were random sounds. Finally, it turned into a fun way to learn a tradition and get to know my German neighbors.
American kids grow up with a vague knowledge of castles. There aren’t many around to see first-hand, so a castle is a cool old building where queens and kings live in luxury with knights to defend them. Arcitecturaly speaking, there are towers for princesses to let down their golden hair, moats with alligators, and crenellations (you know those up and down bits that top every castle wall). It’s a place for royal balls with princes looking for princesses to marry, but it’s also the best of all forts with dramatic battles and sieges.
We’ve been in Germany now for 10 days (Wow! where’d that time go?!) and I’ve been making little lists in my head for all the things I would do better next PCS…something I’ve always done, but never bothered to write down…until now. I figure if I can pay it forward to someone else, my lessons will have been well learned.
Most of the time, I really do not enjoy grocery shopping. I generally avoid the commissary until the cupboards, fridge and freezer are pretty bare and the few ingredients left don’t really go together. Can I use canned pumpkin, lasagna noodles, and applesauce to make dinner? No? Are you sure? Maybe I’ll go grocery shopping tomorrow. Maybe.