remiss

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I'm afraid I've been remiss in my journaling because I have failed to mention a very important part of this trip: Jeremy's love of fancy cars. I cannot tell you how much he loves them, i can only give examples. So, admittedly, there are a lot of nice cars here - all kinds of porsches, BMWs, lamborghinis, mercedes, italian cars - on and on. EVERY TIME he sees one he startles me...

Jer "oh! look at that! did you see that?!"
Jen- heart jumps, "what?! where?!"
Jer "did you see that sick (insert car name here)?!!"
Jen "ugh! stop doing that!"
Jer - "what? i like cars."

I'm always expecting something big, like somebody just got hit by a car, or someone on a bike almost took me out, or some man dressed up like a woman - i don't know, something worthy of such a start. aye, nein. I'm trying to be accurate without any exaggeration and I'd say this has happened so far about 43 times. He's now starting to just get a cold stare from me, of course, after my heart failure.

It turned out to be a gorgeous, sunny, warm day --- I made it to Worms on the 9:44 train, 4,80e and spent about 3 hours there walking through town. I found the tourist office and got a self guided walking tour and saw the Imperial Cathedral of St Peter built in the 11th and 12th centuries. beautiful, big, ornate alter. Worms museum where I could only surmise what the stuff was as I can't, yet, read German; another church erected where Martin Luther gave his speech; the statue of Martin Luther as it was in Worms where he said something close to, "i can only be what i am" to some kings/leaders/rulers in the 1520s. The best part of Worms was the oldest preserved Jewish cemetary in Europe - over 2000 graves dating back to 1076. Most of the headstones were weathered thin and written in hebrew, those from the 1800s started to be written in German --just this overgrown cemetary jammed with headstones and surrounded by a stone wall with an entrance by a big creepy gate - and I was the only one in there walking around. peddy cool.

I'm not going with J to his #2 workout afterall, we thought it might be weird for his wife to come along, so I'm writing this, took a snooze and eating chocolate from the minibar. The book is nearing the end and now i'm sad that it'll soon be over so I'm holding back a bit, savoring.

Today we made a bet how long it takes to walk from the water tower to our hotel - i said 5 minutes, he said 15; the stakes were high: whoever won had to say sorry for so wrongly not believing the other. It took 12 minutes. Neither of us said sorry. :)

Dinner tonight at the italian place we couldn't find the other night....the options seem to be sausages, pizza or pasta, so pasta it is.

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