We were taken to a movie by Michael last night. American Gangster. Im Deutcsh (In German). Thankfully it was a brilliant choice, all action, little actual talking of importance and I'd say I got about 95% of it. Just the jokes are what I missed.
Then with my eyes already drooping worsed than a granny's underarms, I suddenly found myself in a bar. Why was I surprised? We were at the movies with a German after all! So far we've tried about 5 different beers and that's maybe about a cm worth of a tip of the proverbial iceberg. If I had a different beer and sausage with every meal, I think I'd get one village worth out of the way. Maybe.
And going out is twice as fun for me as people try and talk to me (like sell things in shops or offer their help etc) and it just cracks me up cause I have no idea what they're saying. It does surprise me though how many speak english.
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