I am so sorry to be a lazy blogger this last week. Between work, gearing up for an apartment move and getting all my ducks in a row at the University, I've been busy.
The weather here in the 'Furt is absolutely dreadful. It's cold (40 degrees), gray and wet. This is typical Hessen weather; since we're surrounded by mountains it never gets super cold and doesn't really snow, just a miserable sort of dampness that crawls under your jacket for 6 months.
Despite the cold weather my friend Courtney and I had a great time when she visited this weekend. She's in Berlin, soon to be back in the states and she wanted one last visit to Mainhattan. We walked and walked, and ate and ate. Cafe Crumble has to be the best new place I've tried this week: They serve a hausgemacht (home made) streussel crumble with warm raspberries and rhubarb and vanilla sauce. Truly German pastries at their finest.
In order to celebrate E's last day at his not-so-fun job yesterday, we went to see "Tropic Thunder" at the American movie theater. Choices are limited at the Turm Palast, and we did not want to see "Mummy 4." In most areas of life Germans will avoid being close to you, but not at the movie theater. On a train, on the sidewalk, in an elevator, Germans place themselves as far away from you as physically possible. But at the movies they nuzzle right up... I don't know if it's because the aisle seats are not considered as premium as they are at home, but I can't stand how Germans sit next to you in an otherwise empty theater. Maybe they're looking to other patrons for cues to laugh.
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To elaborate...we were alone in Kino 7, a mid-sized theater that seats at least 100. A guy comes in and sits right next to me. His friend comes five minutes later and sits next to him. Another couple arrives and sits directly behind us and finally a third group arrives and sits directly in front of us. Why?
I'm just drooling over Cafe Crumble. It better be open when I arrive.
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