"We're going on a mini road trip"; announced The Husband.
"Yaaaaay!!!"; said I, a little bit overexcited.
"Erm....we do have to fly there."; said The Husband a bit quieter.
I was stunned into silence.
Eventually I mustered: "But it's a ROAD trip..."
You see, I hate to fly. Don't get me wrong, I DO fly and once I'm on the plane I don't make the scene. But I'm scared. As far as I'm concerned, the most logical thing would be to invest in mega bridges across the oceans with corresponding super fast trains and I cannot for the life of me figure out why my awesome transportation plan still didn't bear any fruit. Surely there must be a zillionaire out there who can make it all happen. Anyone?
"Well, honey....it's kind of far to drive. So we'll fly to France and rent a car once we're there. And we're going with friends. And it'll be awesome."; The Husband tried to make it all better.
I was having none of it: "It might make me feel better if I could fly away in case of...I dunno...engine trouble, but alas....do I look like I can fly???? Can you see any feathers on me?????"; I extended my featherless arms dramatically for added effect.
It was all in vain. We flew to Strasbourg. Oh well, at least we didn't fly Ryanair.
From Strasbourg we made our way to Black Forest in Germany and then to Tubingen, a traditional and very cute German town situated on the river Neckar.
We were starving so I suggested we grab something to eat: "Something very traditional and German!"; I said to our traveling companion (let's call him Hans) who just happens to be German.
"Naturlich!"; said Hans and led us to a very traditional restaurant.
I scanned the menu rapidly. It was all meat, meat and then, for good measure, some more meat.
I guess traditional Germans are not big on vegetarianism.
We all ordered meat. Or so I thought...
When the food arrived, Hans' order consisted of rye bread with white spread.
"Oooh, what's that?"; I asked.
"This? It's a very traditional snack of rye bread and fat."; said Hans.
Fat? FAT? Surely not. Was I hearing this right?
"What do you mean fat?", I asked again.
"You know...fat. It's delicious. You want to try some?"
I guess I'll be sticking to Nutella as my choice of bread spread.
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