I am writing this as I sit in DÃ¼sseldorf’s airport. The time has come fo me to return to reality, at least until I change my reality. It’s 2:40am in the US as I write this, I sense a massive case of jet lag in my future.
A Man Called Paulie Read “A Man Called Ove”
I realize that I am far from a trendsetter when it comes to books, well, anything really. I first heard about ” A Man Called Ove” from ITP-Reader Lisa when we were at LEAF back in May.
In case you’ve not heard of it, the story is about a curmudgeon and his life up to a certain point; the good, but mostly bad, things that have happened to him causing him to be the many he is at this point in his life. Sounds thrilling, no? It’s time for me to turn in my Man Card as I admit that this book had my tearing up at times.
It’s a quick read, even at my glacial reading pace. If you are in the mood to clear out a few rarely-used tear ducts then I highly suggest that you read this book.
And On The Last Day I Got A Tinge Of Sunburn
I didn’t feel like feeling slimy all day with a coating of sunblock on me. I thought that I would be inside buildings all of day, trying to maximize the benefits provided to me by the DÃ¼sseldorf Card that I bought on Monday. With the card I was able to ride all mass transit, as well as visit many museums/attractions, for free or at a reduced price. I was even able to get a free beer with my lunch!
– I rode the U-Bahn to Altstadt (old city).
– I walked through a city park, and then to the sporting goods store I visited two weeks ago (more on this in a second).
– I then hoofed it to the Goethe Museum and saw many original works from famous German author.
– I walked through another city park back to the Altstadt and the to Brauerei zum Schiffen (Brewery of the Ships) where I had lunch (and my free beer).
– I walked the Rhine, retracing many of the steps taken on the Hangover Hash.
– Then I did someone huge (more on this in a second).
– I then walked the Rhine some more, stopping for a beer along the way.
– I then took the U-Bahn to my hotel, briefly, before taking it back to Altstadt for dinner.
– I ate dinner at a restaurant called Brauerei zum SchlÃ¼ssel (Brewery of the Lock) where I saved the best meal for last. Pork steak with potatoes? Oh no, I had sauerbraten with red cabbage, potato dumplings, and apple sauce. If I had been hungrier I might have opted for the Schweinehaxen (pig’s knuckles) as I ate in Bamberg two years ago.
– All filled up I walked the two-ish miles from Altstadt back to my hotel.
You Can Call Me A Poser If You Wish
I am neither German nor a real soccer fan, but I am now the owner of an officially-licensed facsimile German National EuroCup soccer jersey that I plan to wear on Saturday when I go to Goethe-Zentrum on Saturday afternoon to watch Germany play Italy.
The Difference Between Me And A Contestant On “The Amazing Race”
I found that the DÃ¼sseldorf RheintÃ¼rm has an amazing (and thankfully) enclosed observation deck that is 138m above ground.
I know how dreadfully frightened I am of heights.
But because my DÃ¼sseldorf Card got me discounted entry, and I know that I won’t be back in DÃ¼sseldorf before next year, if ever again, I decided to face my fears.
The difference between me and a contestant on “The Amazing Race” is that he/she would probably have to repel face-first in order to get back to the ground whereas I just had to enter an internal elevator.
I have about a dozen photos of the views that I will start uploading once I have the opportunity to edit them.
It’s Time For Airlines To Enforce Their Rules
I look around and see many people bringing non-“Size Wise” aboard. Worse than this, most of these people are also bringing aboard a second bag. What’s the point of having rules if you are not going to enforce them?
Two weeks in Germany has done nothing but strengthen my “One Must Follow The Rules” mentality.
Until tomorrow, or perhaps later today, friends.