In addition to antibiotics…
…the German doctor gave me this.
T̶w̶o̶ One p̶e̶r̶p̶e̶t̶u̶a̶l̶ ̶e̶x̶p̶a̶t̶s̶ immigrant settling into home country number five.
…the German doctor gave me this.
After a few hours in Halle I jumped on a train to Dresden to meet up with my friend Natale, who was eager to see a piece of the GDR after reading Stasiland, an excellent book about an Aussie who explores the East after the wall fell. I warned her in advance that we may … Read more
On my way from Berlin to Dresden, I couldn’t pass up the chance to go visit my old home Halle an der Saale, which I hadn’t seen in six years. I don’t have much to report, especially since I was only there for a couple hours, but it was at least worth sharing some photos. The … Read more
We spent Easter weekend in Berlin with Kesha and her giant husband (who, by the way, looked quite reasonably-sized among the Germans). I lived in Berlin for the summer of 1997, and hadn’t been back to the city since 1999, so I was eager to revisit my favorite parts and see how the place had … Read more
For a little change of pace, my friend Ali and I took off to Bern this morning. From the moment we stepped off the train I was in love. Bern has an adorable Altstadt (old town), full of porticoed sidewalks and statue-topped fountains, and an ambiance that lured me in from the start. After wandering … Read more
Did you miss me? I’ve been traveling through eastern Germany for the past week. It was a fabulous time, although I sure am glad to be back home recovering on my very own couch. Having lived there for over three years, I have a particular affinity for the former GDR (aka East Germany). I am … Read more
Since today was turning out to be too warm to ski, we decided to head to the other end of Lake Zurich to check out Rapperswil, a cute little medieval town complete with castle. After wandering through the town, eating lunch, and exploring said castle (and its Polish museum), we headed down to the bustling … Read more
We just got back from a glorious long weekend in Mürren, an excessively adorable little skiing village in the Swiss Alps. To get there one must take an incline railway to a cog-wheel train to the town. Once you get to the town itself, the only way to get your luggage to your hotel is … Read more
We spent last weekend in Landshut, Germany, a small town about 45 minutes northeast of Munich (like all Americans, I measure distance in hours and minutes). We went to see our friend and her new baby, who were visiting relatives there. I’m usually not all that enthralled with babies, but this one was particularly cute. … Read more
Last Sunday we drove with some friends from Geneva to Estavayer-le-Lac, a small town in the French-speaking part of Switzerland. This journey was motivated by my friend Alison’s and my burning desire to see a bunch of dead frogs that had been lovingly gutted (through the mouth), stuffed with sand, and posed in scenes from … Read more