T̶w̶o̶ One p̶e̶r̶p̶e̶t̶u̶a̶l̶ ̶e̶x̶p̶a̶t̶s̶ immigrant settling into home country number five.
A funny thing happened to me today. For the first time in eight years of living in Europe, I walked around wishing that everyone around me knew I was American. Thank you America. Well done. * The title is in reference to this fab video
It‘s almost 3am here in Old Europe, and CNN (our main source of news) just called Pennsylvania for Obama. Can I go home to bed now?
I was starting to think election day would never come. If you need me, I’ll be here flipping between N24, N-TV, and CNN. And this evening, I’ll be here, partying with Democrats Abroad Munich. Hopefully we’ll get some meaningful news starting around 1am (and hopefully I’ll still be away by then). Have you voted yet? … Read more
I shouldn’t find this funny, but I do. I do. http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/490e373926c6f058/4741e3c5156499a7/a486fb9a/-cpid/5cf6f92d45bd3b6b
The official reason* for this trip to Italy, besides the eating, was to be creative. That is why I found myself awake at 6:30 one morning in Tuscany, being dragged outside to take photos. Even though my only camera is a tiny point-and-shoot which coughs smoke when the flash is used, I still managed to … Read more
Oy, the skinny jeans. What do you think his clothing is trying to communicate? Discuss.
So I’m back in Munich. Oktoberfest may be long over, but there’s still stuff going on in this lovely city. There’s always something going on, I tell you. Yesterday evening it was the Lange Nacht der Münchner Museen (Long Night of Munich Museums), which, as its name implies, is a evening where many of Munich’s … Read more
You’ll know when you’ve arrived in buffalo mozzarella country by all the roadside signs advertising it. It’s kind of like driving through the American South and seeing all those billboards for fireworks superstores, except the southern Italians are excited about cheese instead of explosives. Just a small cultural difference. The signage starts as soon as … Read more
OK, that title was supposed to say “Greetings from the land of mozzarella!”, but my mouth was full of, well, mozzarella. Mozzarella di bufala, to be precise, freshly made, right off the farm, never refrigerated… the way it’s supposed to be, but alas, rarely ever is, unless you happen to be hanging out in, say, … Read more
I’m off to Italy for a little while. Not sure how much internet access I’ll have while I’m there, but I’ll try to get a little blogging in from the road so you don’t miss me too much. In the meantime, just imagine all the wonderful things I’m eating right about now…