Germany and My Slightly Large Obsession with Food

Stop #2: Germany or more commonly known as the country of Schnitzel and happiness

If I ever develop an eating disorder— and we’re talking the rather obese, 1000 lb, weight watcher’s dream type of eating disorder—then I blame Afghanland. Because I have never thought about delicious food more than right before I left.

And then I landed in Germany and proceeded to eat the country.

Really though.

It was like complete shock that they had things like bread and cheese and milk and deliciousness. My first meal I ordered practically one of everything because I couldn’t decide and anything that said “kase” meant it had cheese and I just really missed cheese. 

Poor Liz, my travel buddy, was all embarrassed and kept saying things like, "Girl, I was like that the first time I left too..." or "For real? You really just stole some old guy's lunch?"

Then I got super sick, which most likely rescued me from a future as the next Biggest Loser. Which is actually to bad because Dolvett is a gorgeous man. 

I was also able to visit the Dachau concentration camp in Munich. If you ever have a chance to visit Germany I highly recommend visiting here. The site has a sacred spirit about it—not to mention the history and lessons embedded within its walls—and is one of the most moving places I have ever been. Oh also go read “No News from Auschwitz” as it is one of my favorites.

Another recommendation—since I am giving such excellent advice—take a river cruise. Probably best travel method of ever. I also would recommend going with Sheryl since she is great fun. But you’ll most likely have to schedule this in advance as she does have a real job. Or so she says.

Pictures will accompany this post but not till tomorrow since the internet in my bhut will not accomodate things like uploading. 

A bazillion and a half bikes.

Mark Twain visited Germany once upon a time and wrote a hilarious essay making fun of their language. Apparently, he stayed here while writing said hilarity and in honor the Germans keep a rather creepy mannequin of him in the house. 

Kind of Like Checking Into Prison

I always have these ideas of grandeur about updating my blog. And then I’m in London and told I can ride the train for as many times as I want and well even the best laid plans… But now I’m back in the trainless, treeless land, so yay!

Stop #1: Bishkek, Kyrgyzstan or more commonly known as the country that doesn’t exist

I was stuck in Bishkek for about three days—three perfect, beautiful days. I’d say it was the sunshine, stunning nature, and lack of work but let’s be honest—there were a lot of marines there. And I mean a lot.

Checking into the Bishkek airport was kind of how I imagine checking into prison would be. But with more metal detectors. And Asians that speak Russian and are most likely part of the mafia. And random backwards scans. That stopped me every time. Because of a compass. Kyrgyzstan did not understand. Finally, they convinced themselves it was some fancy type of watch—or at least that is what I assume happened—and let me through.

Another fun fact? Ok! Lines are lame—everyone push their way to the front. Also if traveling with a puppy feel free to let it run amuck. And please hand all screaming babies to complete strangers.