*01:02 pm
*09:02 pm
“This is probably why, as I came across other hikers atop the mountain, they eyed me with curiosity. To be fair I probably looked like tomorrow’s news headline: “Death upon the Mountain, a well dressed American becomes a tourist-popsicle.”
“He was thankfully wearing an apron-like-cover but it was just drenched with desecration. It actually took him a minute or two to squeeze and push everything back in like it was some vile sponge. I stood there mouth agape thinking that it was possibly the second most disgusting thing I’ve ever experienced.”
“So many times I couldn’t believe I was in Germany because it was so beautiful. The architecture, the villages, the old castles, and even the countryside’s, were all postcard perfect.”
“…perhaps this causes the confusion for people as to where I’m from. I’m gotten Irish a few times, French once (and no they weren’t drunk, just a bad guesser), Canadian often, and only after talking for sometime will people start to guess that I might be American. It’s like I’m in some sort of ambiguous nationality middle ground.”
“Granted both of us work late into the night, but that doesn’t explain why when I come down in the morning/afternoon I find half of the fridge contents consumed. It also doesn’t explain why we can no longer keep garlic in the house…”
“It’s always such an interesting phenomena to see the fragile relationship people create with their barman. While he is serving you he (or she) is your best friend, but if the price is too dear, you are cut off, or the bar is simply closed, they quickly become your most hated enemy. Thankfully however there are far more good experience then there are bad ones and even with the bad, things always stay fresh and interesting.”