Before going to sleep last night I set my alarm for 06:00. I didn’t think it would actually work. I mean who would build such a device? Plus this is the first time ever I’ve needed to be awake before 07:30.
The alarm goes off right when I told it to. Jan is giving me a lift to the train station. It’s an early start today as he’s commuting to his other job (this one is located in another country). The train is half full and for some reason the air conditioning is running. It’s 12 degrees outside and I’m wearing a t-shirt. Everyone else is in sweaters. I can hear the woman next to me listening to Guns N Roses on her iPod. She’s dressed in business attire. It’s an odd combination. I like this train line because it ends in Milan. You could fall sleep and not have to worry about missing your stop. As I exit the train I notice one of the passengers is fast asleep and I nudge him awake. It’s hilarious to see his where-the-hell-am-I expression when he comes to, but then he smiles and says thanks.
So I skipped breakfast again today. Have not been a big fan lately. Vacations are incredibly busy and I don’t have time for frivolities. Some people get energy from their morning meal but not me. Every time you eat it takes energy to process the food. I have this hypothesis that the most efficient way to get energy is to eat only one good meal per day. Saves a ton of money too – especially when traveling. And I’m still trying to get used to this whole coffee thing. It’s not going well – that is to say I’m not enjoying it. I can’t wait to get to Germany where I can have a beer in the morning like a normal person.
Although I’ve only been here two days, I have this feeling that Jan’s kids are expecting me to read them a story every night before bed. When you’re only four years-old, twice in a row becomes the norm. As all their books are in German, these bedtime stories have made difficult the simple act of reading out loud. It’s good practice for when I start my language studies but I have to say it’s pretty funny to be corrected by an infant. I mean, when he speaks he probably makes a lot of mistakes too. He’s only four.
Lovin’ your writing. You’re hilarious! It’s 6:26 AM in Ottawa and I’m reading ya’ while drinking my morning elixir of life (a.k.a. coffee). Will your blog continue to be PG? I’m asking because I’ll introduce Daniel to it on the weekend and get him reading along.
Thanks 🙂 Hmmm… that’s a good question. I like the idea of children reading, but right now I’m thinking some posts might be rated R. There’s too much strange stuff going on in Berlin. You want me to let you know before the first one is posted?
Don’t worry about it too much. Just have fun –besides, the rest of us want to hear about your R-rated adventures. Plus, a kid has to learn the internet can be a dangerous place at some point anyway!
Alright. But I’m keeping a copy of this for my defense during the trial.
‘R’ as in Retarded?
I’m curious to read about your experiences in Germany. Germans are beer-lovers but never knew that normal people drink beer instead of coffee in the morning. Maybe all this coffee-hype here is initiated by not normal / weird people?