Very exciting news: My favorite things to have between my legs for more than an hour or two are now sponsors of Marvelous-Darling.com…
If you recall my review, in which I extolled the virtues of these practical but sexy little numbers, then you know why I’m so excited. Bandelettes are pretty new on the market, and I’m really thrilled to be working with them; I believe that they have what it takes to be a fixture in the world of lingerie. Go check them out!
Something that’s really cool about Germany is that things I wouldn’t even consider consuming in the US are way, way better here. Sorry, Hershey’s, but your milk chocolate is junk. It’s like wax. In fact, I would rather eat wax, because I’m pretty sure the calorie content is lower and the taste is exactly the same. Riesling grown/bottled in the US? No, give me a Sauvignon Blanc or get out of my face. But here, in this magical land, it’s like God himself handed down these gifts.
You know what you can’t find in Germany? Mexican or American-Mexican food. I would flash a stranger for a burrito and a side of guac. I also haven’t found popcorn yet, but I’m sure I’m just not looking hard enough. Every trip to the grocery store involves experiencing the stages of culture shock.
Some of these cultural differences are really charming! In Germany, most drugstores and cosmetic shops have a fairly wide selection of bath salts. The kind you actually take baths with. As I explained to my new British friend, in America, when we talk about bath salts we’re probably talking about the drugs that cause people to act like flesh-eating monsters. Europeans are, it appears, just much more refined.
Furthermore, there exists a German website where people can arrange ride shares. Those who do the driving often end up making a bit of money, and those who pay to ride get to save a bit when compared with train fare. This would never, ever work in the United States. In the US, we have this weird habit (for a first world country) of killing strangers. We really need to get it together.
(Ok, so I sort of lied when I said “and Schnitzels” because I actually haven’t had any schnitzel in over a week. Which is like ten years in food time. It’s been way too long. I’ve been busy trying to embrace this whole incidental housewife thing by cooking dinner most nights. But didn’t it sound nice? )