Month: July 2012

The Difference Between a Chinese and a German Sunbath

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Have you ever wondered what’s the difference between a German and a Chinese sunbath? I haven’t. But I got to find out nonetheless. These last couple of days as I was sitting out in the sun trying to work on assignments. I got to find out that enjoying a sunbath in China, it takes a whole day to get somewhat of a slight tan (usually; and I’d be the exception to sit out in the sun anyways, since most Chinese would avoid the sun as hell in order to maintain a light color of skin). In Germany, however, I’d be fried red as a lobster within the first two hours of sitting in the sun. So, note to self: stay out of the sun if you don’t like lobster fashion!

Italian Ice Cream the German Way

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In case you haven’t heard of it yet, there’s something to Italian ice cream in Germany. Whether the old Romans know how to make a lot of things or not, one thing’s for sure: they definitely do know how to make good ice cream. The yummy way, that is. The delicious looking way. The extravagant way. So, before my cow-milking Canadian squirrel friend is heading out soon, I needed to take him out for the experience. And boy, did we indulge ourselves in the occasion. So much so, that – in spite of the deliciousness – we were struggling to finish the ice cream spectacular.

A Friendship to Last

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I was glad to meet an old friend again today. And I was even happier to realize that I still enjoy hanging out and being around her. Tonight, she wasn’t actually the only one I got to hang out with. In fact, there was a whole bunch of old acquaintances who’d invited us to join their picnic at a nearby like. And well, where friends, food and water are involved – how could we resist?

A Day of German Culture with an Air of Internationality

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After realizing how sore we were from hiking, our day took on  a rather traditionally German life. That is to say, a soon to become family member of mine rather insisted on us trying the famous Swabian “Maultaschen” dish (which literally means “muzzle pockets,” but more commonly referred to as Swabian pockets). If you talk to any Swabian (which that particular soon to become member of the family isn’t), they will insist that Swabian pockets are one of the best dishes the Swabian cuisine has to offer. I’m not sure whether all non-Swabians would agree, but in any case, we did have Maultaschen, and afterwards we moved on to Karlsruhe, where the Karlsruhe Palace was still awaiting our visit, together with some Dutch and American friends. Welcome to the world! Or at least: welcome to Karlsruhe!