Eager to find our way to Noosa and out of the shoddy weather, Gene and I packed up and headed north on the Sunshine Motorway. Along the way, we stopped at the Eumondi Market, enjoying the live entertainment, German sausage stand and numerous tents selling various types of goods. The woman who sold me a bratwurst, plain, curiously inquired, “Are you American?” “Yes, I am. Why do you ask?” “I don’t know what it is with Americans, but they never order a bratwurst without sauerkraut. You are the first in hundreds of American customers to order it without,” the dumbfounded woman remarked. “And to think she’s German, too!” Gene jested. “No worries…I like to think I’m quite unlike anyone else anyways,” I added with a smile. “Have a good day ladies.” As we meandered along, Gene
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