After a debilitating two days of gastronomical distress I am more than ecstatic to announce that I am back to my normal, gluttonous self. Woo! Two days of fearfully munching on bland crackers and obtaining a meager caloric intake from the honey I added to my many cups of chamomile tea, really put my life in perspective. I became a listless, defeated shadow of myself. I was saddened and nauseated by the thought of food. I became borderline depressed, thinking about all the beer I should have been drinking and all the spätzle I should have been eating. It was one of the darkest times of my life, being in a foreign country (Germany) and not being able to eat anything.
Gladly, those times have passed and I’ve more than made up for it by consuming everything in my field of vision for the past two days. This has included a day of amusement park food at Europa Park, a fantastic amount of bretzles, a shnitzleburger, loads of candy, chocolate, homemade meals, and delicious german yogurt and juice. Yes, Germany has really delicious juice. I declare it my favorite. However, my consumption of beer has been less than satisfactory and I have yet to try a multitude of baked goods. Luckily, we have yet another week in Dusseldorf (for which we are departing tomorrow from Pfungstadt – where we are staying now with my family) to fatten ourselves on German cuisine.
Other than that, I haven’t much to share except the customary photographs and a few pieces of factual information.
The area in and around Pfungstadt features many asparagus farms. Asparagus is a very temperamental spring vegetable and can only grow in certain circumstances. It seems to be that these circumstances occur here.
Pfungstadt makes its own beer: Pfungstadter. It is delicious and is only made in Pfungstadt.
Every house is unique.
There is lots of flat, green land. Which is periodically interrupted by not so flat green land.
Their “system” works better than our system. At least it seems so to me considering no one goes hungry or homeless unless they choose to.
Despite it’s best efforts, Europa Park cannot compete with an American amusement park (such as Six Flags) in respect to roller coaster intensity. Aesthetically wise, definitely. Europe is just prettier.
Everything important in Pfungstadt is walking distance: school, restaurant, hair dresser, fire department, main street, etc. This makes more sense to me than having to drive everywhere. Ahem, suburban America, ahem.
There is graffiti everywhere. It seems to be the chosen form of catharsis for angst afflicted teens.
If you are an employed woman, and become pregnant, you may take up to three years of paid maternity leave and be guaranteed your job when you come back. Three years are added with each additional child. Three kids, nine years of paid maternity leave. Family is important in Germany.
Likewise, employees are guaranteed 6 weeks of paid leave (this is also true of France).
I never want to eat yogurt in America again. I want all my yogurt to come from Europe. Germany especially has some of the most delicious yogurt I’ve ever had the pleasure of eating.
Now I rest easy knowing I’ve shared all this valuable information on the world wide web. Until next time my friends! (I’m hoping that next time will not be preceded by more gastronomical distress but rather with more eating and exploring). Ciao!