Rob: The berries are blue through-and-through and the juice is very strong. By the end of the hike my hands were covered in large splotches of deep violet juice. There are swathes of these blueberries in the forest, along the way I saw groups of old ladies collecting enough blueberries for a solid months worth of pies. Oh man...I'm jones'in for a blueberry pie right now.
KDHL: It's true, I live in Candy-land. I have no complaints, but life will get a little grittier once I move up to Berlin. As for your situation with the job, I recommend cage fighting. Start slow with some underground fights and back-yard matches, soon enough you will be fighting in electrified cage matches and filling up stadiums.
I'm noticing that the host-son is a bit of a close-talker. Not too big of a deal, but you know, I don't really want to make like we're going to eskimo kiss every time he wants to discuss the strategy of the German Ping-Pong team.
Included is an ode' to my now defunct bike: 'The Krauter'.
The time we shared was rickety, 'unsicher' but pleasant. We made noises that a bicycle and human shouldn't make and turned heads in this sleepy little town, I'll miss 'er!
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My grnad pa's name is Wolfgang. He is German through and through (I know I should have left this on your previous post.. but felt like it might be too late).
"my hands were covered in large splotches of deep violet juice."
kri's period, an international phenomenon?
My period is not "deep violet"
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