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Published: October 28th 2005
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Bad Homberg Stream
One of the beautiful, autumn leaf covered streams that probably plays a proud parent to a sulfer-ridden, rotting-yolk-smelling, car-paint-peeling, healing water fountain.
Hello, Reader.
Today was a day of new experiences. In the morning, I went with Katrin to shop and then walk through the park in Bad Homberg. Bad means bath. In this context, it refers to the rejuvinating and healing fountains where old or sick people come to drink and feel better. The park offers several fountains from which one may drink extremely foul, egg-tasting water. Though Katrin warned me first, she insisted that I try them. So I did... it was worse than the cherry snapps that her father had me drink the night before, after dinner.
We then picked up Steffie and headed to the Goethe Haus. Goethe was a famous wrighter who wrote "Faust," which roughly translates to "Chicken Soup for the Flautist's Soul..." The house was beautiful and old (reconstructed). It is great to see such timeless architecture surrounded by enormous modern buildings. We walked to the Museum of Modern Art but it was closed so we had some curry wurst (sausage with catchup and curry powder) and headed home.
Sibylle then took us to Breuhaus (brewhouse), where Katrin had her first real job as a server. We drank amazing beer and I ate
Goethe Haus
The second floor of the Goethe House. This floor was reserved for Goethe's fourty-seven pet tarantulas, which he insisted be bathed and massaged daily. a leg of a pig. I'm talking about a Cheesecake Factory portion...but no doggy bags. Then I thought I lost my hat, then I found it.
We went to a disco tonight with Katrin's sister and friends, got drunk, and listened to popular american 90's music - to which all the Germans could sing along...? I had a bit too much sakt (champagne) and aplewein (apple wine - native to Frankfurt) and proceeded to innocently shout broken German to people on the street. Only later did I find out that I was loudly informing strangers that I had lost my penis... thanks, Sarah, for teaching me the most useless German phrase imaginable... unless I have a horrible bratwurst accident in Munich next Oktoberfest, in which case I'll be very appreciative.
Tomorrw I leave for Lake Konstance. Steffie says that we will go hiking, biking, and cow watching... the latter doesn't sound too fun... but I'm sure they'll be playing soccer or doing interpretive dance... won't they?
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Jake
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Is your hair growing?
Maybe you can talk her into cow tipping. Not for good service, but in a very mean way. ;)