They Have Starbucks. I Can Breathe Again
Unlike Tim Allen movies, our situation has greatly improved. We have made it. We're here in a little town called Freiburg, Germany. And already I feel emphysema setting up shop in my lungs.
A quaint little college town in southwestern Germany, surrounded by the Black Forest and some other shit I haven't seen yet, it seems the locals have plenty of things to smoke and more than enough microbrew to calm the hacking. Kinda like Boulder. And other run-on sentences.
The weather has been cool and rainy since my arrival, which is depressing. 'Cause I miss you. Also, I have no hair gel.
The food here has been by far, the best I’ve had since my travels over here have begun. There’s been the chestnut cream soup with thinly sliced rabbit, Black Forest Venison, and the entire four-course meal at Restorante Milano. If you get a chance this weekend, I’d highly recommend you stop by and try whatever the hell it was that I had with some kind of cream sauce. Oh, and then there’s the “café” food at the manufacturing plant. And by “café,” I mean, “prison.” Not sure, but one day there was some dish with rice, and the next with some kind of ham-like pinkish meat thing. Or something.
I believe we have here a little grape field right outside our hotel, which is appropriately protected by a little German boy "cupping his junk" while riding a giant snail. Sinner.
The Munster (cathedral). One of the only landmarks the French missed during WWII. Equipped with some very haunting bells and an exquisite medieval decor, it almost makes my haunted bells want to get medieval on your decor.
A gentle look up your alley. You'll notice the tiny "river" on the left of the walkway. This was a Roman design made for sweeping your trash into so the running water would carry it out of the city. Lazy enough for the French, but too smart for France.
The Swiss Lounge at Basel airport. Three levels of self-service open bars, plush leather chairs and couches, internet cafes, and a 360' view of the surrounding landscape helped give this lounge the title of one of European's Best Lounges in 2005. I'll show you why. . .
Because of the porn. Apparently breif pornographic videos and advertisements run from about 11 pm until 6 am (two channels down from CNN.) Incidentally, this time period was also my office time in my hotel room. I would've taken a better photo, but I didn't wantchu to think I was a pervert.
A quaint little college town in southwestern Germany, surrounded by the Black Forest and some other shit I haven't seen yet, it seems the locals have plenty of things to smoke and more than enough microbrew to calm the hacking. Kinda like Boulder. And other run-on sentences.
The weather has been cool and rainy since my arrival, which is depressing. 'Cause I miss you. Also, I have no hair gel.
The food here has been by far, the best I’ve had since my travels over here have begun. There’s been the chestnut cream soup with thinly sliced rabbit, Black Forest Venison, and the entire four-course meal at Restorante Milano. If you get a chance this weekend, I’d highly recommend you stop by and try whatever the hell it was that I had with some kind of cream sauce. Oh, and then there’s the “café” food at the manufacturing plant. And by “café,” I mean, “prison.” Not sure, but one day there was some dish with rice, and the next with some kind of ham-like pinkish meat thing. Or something.
I believe we have here a little grape field right outside our hotel, which is appropriately protected by a little German boy "cupping his junk" while riding a giant snail. Sinner.
The Munster (cathedral). One of the only landmarks the French missed during WWII. Equipped with some very haunting bells and an exquisite medieval decor, it almost makes my haunted bells want to get medieval on your decor.
A gentle look up your alley. You'll notice the tiny "river" on the left of the walkway. This was a Roman design made for sweeping your trash into so the running water would carry it out of the city. Lazy enough for the French, but too smart for France.
The Swiss Lounge at Basel airport. Three levels of self-service open bars, plush leather chairs and couches, internet cafes, and a 360' view of the surrounding landscape helped give this lounge the title of one of European's Best Lounges in 2005. I'll show you why. . .
Because of the porn. Apparently breif pornographic videos and advertisements run from about 11 pm until 6 am (two channels down from CNN.) Incidentally, this time period was also my office time in my hotel room. I would've taken a better photo, but I didn't wantchu to think I was a pervert.
