Getting my hands dirty

As those of you who are friends with me on FB are aware, I've been in Germany since Thursday for work. Everything is so orderly here, it's crazy how different two neighboring countries can be. Plus the very minute I stepped off the plane, I saw a group full of cute men wearing lederhosen. What's not to love?



The down side to this trip is that it is Thursday through late Monday evening, essentially eating up my whole weekend. The thing is though, I actually volunteered for this trip of my own free will in order to help out a co-worker and get some additional training in an area that I know very little about (hence the hands getting extremely dirty part- thank God for protective gloves). And it's true that I was very excited for this trip at first, especially since I've never been to Germany before, but I have to admit that leaving Paris has been less and less enjoyable as of late due to a certain special someone. While I *am* enjoying myself here (my co-worker is great, I'm learning a lot, trying lots of new foods, the people are very friendly and the stores are filled with tasty American goodies), the nights spent alone in my hotel room just seem to drag on and on. Facebook, twitter and blogs no longer seem to hold my attention.



Not to mention that being here has meant some really long days and very early wake-up calls (including a 3:30am alarm set for Monday - eesh), so I should have been sleeping a few hours ago already. But instead I am listening to the village people (ha!) walk through town banging a drum and singing a haute voix, all the while wearing checkered kerchiefs and dragging a gigantic loaf of bread on a decorative sled behind them. Something about celebrating the birth of a child at either six months or one year of age?? It's so kooky that I can almost forgive these crazy Germans for all the noise. *almost*



And now it's back to trying to fall asleep. Bonne nuit tout le monde.





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