Excerpts from my trip to Germany (Saturday, Feb. 1, 2014)
So we went out to an Italian place for lunch/dinner…just to be safe. I wasn’t sure that I was going to like the food in Germany, but I quickly found out that their food is much more healthier than ours. The menu said they had soup, but they lied. No soup. The waiter was quite a character…he didn’t seem too happy about his career. I don’t think he liked us “Americans” either. If you speak English, you are American (unless you have a British Accent, that is). I don’t like being lumped into the same category as the United States for some reason. I am Canadian and proud of it. The waiter disappeared for a while and went out the front door for a smoke. I cannot believe how much cigarettes are consumed over here…you can’t go anywhere without smelling the cigarette smoke. I found France like that too.
Bobo and I perused the menu. It was priceless…so many english spelling errors. Fruit des mers….see foot (seafood). I took a copy of one side of the menu just so you can find all the errors for a good laugh (artishokes, artichocks, golic, and chees). I wish I took a photo of the other side of the menu which was just as comical, but the waiter came to light the candle on our table. It was a nice place. He took our orders. Came back with my husband’s pizza…’cept he didn’t slice it. Took us a while to get his attention to get his pizza sliced. Later we discovered that every time you order a pizza, you need to slice it yourself. Turned out our waiter was from Sicily. He saw my name was Italian when I gave him my credit card to pay for our meal and he brightened up for a minute.
My German is truly non-existent. Thank heavens most of the people here have a general working knowledge of English. Went back to the Holiday Inn and tried to sleep for a while since we were up travelling all night and day.
Got up at 9:00 pm and tried watching tv…the stations are almost all Italian. I don’t watch Italian T.V.; especially ones where the actors are speaking in English but the words are coming out in Italian. Doesn’t work for me. If there are any english stations, the shows are from the 1970’s. I feel like I have travelled back in time.
My husband was happy because this place is full of italian restaurants and he will be quite content eating pizza for two weeks.
Here are some photos I took along the way.