Back to Business

Hello blog readers, I'm back from my two-week hiatus in the States. I didn't blog there because I was too busy driving cars and putting purchases on credit cards. Viva la Minnesota!

I'm still shaking off the dregs of jet-lag, but mostly I'm just grateful for how easy our trip was. Staying at the spacious American homes of your parents', with ovens and multiple toilets was surreal.

We went to the Fair and ate Mini Donuts, Cheese Curds, Sweet Martha's, et. al. We saw friends, saw lakes, saw mountains, and saw Nirvana in the form of the Highland Park Barnes & Nobel.

Erik got attacked by tear gas while looking for protesters at the RNC. I got attacked by heavy feelings after watching Beau Biden talk about his dead mom at the DNC. We met T-Paw at the Fair before we were sideswept by the Tina Fey mit Kinder candidate... it was nothing if not a political trip. If I heard my mother shout "Mama for Obama" one more time into the TV screen, I may have been back to Germany a week earlier.

And of course, we attended the other Grell brother's wedding to the lovely and well-read Amanda. It was so funky up there in the mountains, there were even white buffalo, which are supposed to be sacred according to "Dances With Wolves." And, there was square dancing: perfect wedding activity, anyone could follow the instructions and if you didn't want to dance it was entertaining just to watch.

So now we're back home, which is surprisingly okay. I got on the U-Bahn after the airport and smelled that nasty/awesome subway smell, I noted which movies were playing here now on the yellow posters, I even missed my German 1.8 % fat milk.

I do however miss my family, and their newfound love of Blokus, the best board game ever.