Telling the story of the ups and downs, the adventurous and mundane days of one British family's self-imposed exile in the Capital Region of New York State.
Monday, June 2, 2008
Day 1.142: Fruh? stuck!
I'm on the road. It's midnight. It's breakfast time. I don't speak the language!
Indeed - I may have had one of those too (although not with my breakfast). Sometimes on a hot day a simple German-purity-law-controlled 'pils' is just the ticket.
I'm on the road. It's midnight. It's breakfast time. I don't speak the language!
Entshudigung mier bitte. Kann ich ihnen helfen? Wie comme ich am besten zum banhhof bitte?
ReplyDeleteNever fails...have a good trip.
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Ich habe keine Ahnung was Sie gerade 'sagte'!
ReplyDeleteWas Schöfferhofer not the prefered ale in the former East?
ReplyDeleteIndeed - I may have had one of those too (although not with my breakfast). Sometimes on a hot day a simple German-purity-law-controlled 'pils' is just the ticket.
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