Guten Morgen

Found myself waking up in the guest room bed this morning since mr snorehead was out of control last night. At least I woke up feeling refreshed and ready to start a new day in our new time zone finally. (pete in his defense blames this on delayed stress syndrome or something).
The picture is our marktplatz that I have been walking to daily. Today I decided that I was not going to try so hard to look like I fit in and that starts with my walking attire. Everyone is really dressed well. The women are in fur coats and leather heeled boots - OMG I can't walk that way on cobblestone streets. The first day I wore my ugg boots, jeans and a leather coat. I fit in. Yesterday, I wore a nice wool coat and black leather shoes...I sorta fit in. Today, however, I put on my Brooks shoes (my feet were so happy), my black sweatpants, and my bright yellow jacket (that everyone has seen me in). Ok, I didn't fit in except for my blond hair especially since I had it highlighted before I left. Thanks Pam.

Anyway, I found the perfect walking route exactly 1 hr from start to finish. The last part is a steady climb uphill to our apt. That #10 incline on the treadmill paid off (Nic, you can vouch for me). My route even passed a street called Frankfurter Strasse! How about that?
Yesterday my accomplishment was to conquer the washer and dryer. I got the washer going but the dryer was going for 2 hours and the clothes were still wet. I tried every button including Pflegeleicht! Finally pete came home and pushed a combo of buttons and voila, the towels were soon dry. Maybe he should keep doing the laundry.
Last nite, we made a trip to the larger grocery store to load up on basics. Thank goodness for pictured labels, it takes forever to look up products with our german dictionary (tku birthday club). When we loaded our goods on the checkout conveyor, the pretty pink tulips pete bought for me stopped the checkout fraulein. She held them up and said "not here!" She said we need to pay for these outside at the flower shop. We must have looked like we were kyping them from the floral shop. Pete came out of the shop after paying looking like he saw the ghost of Frau Bleuker.
(Whinnnnie)
Ok, so I must be the only one home during the day. Anyway, I seem to be here to collect packages for everyone in the building (all 6 apts) from the german post. About 5:30, there was a knock on the door, a big guy named Wolfgang (really) was looking to retrieve his package. He mumbled something in german, I said "who are you and what do you want?" He pointed to his package (ha ha) and promptly whisked it out the door. On his way out, he invited me for wine when the weather is nicer so we can sit outside. At that point, I told him I would bring my husband Pete with me. Was that the right response?
After replying to emails, I thought I should make a nice dinner with all the groceries we bought so Pete would think I did something today. WARNING, FOOD NETWORK LINGO: I made chicken cacciatore with mushrooms(champignon) and roma tomatoes over rice with fresh steamed broccoli and baguette. And of course, rhein wine and a beer for Pete. Oh yeah, and Pete worked today at the office and found his way home without incident (his story).
Tschuss!