Nothing Happens Here That Doesn't Happen There: Glühwein

On Sunday the 23rd we had our first snowfall. I walked down into town for dinner and I had to use an umbrella because it was so wet and coming at me with velocity. The pictures aren't very good, but here are a few shots--the first two at the park in down the hill from my place and the second two are my street.

For Thanksgiving I walked about 40 yards, two buildings down my street to Kim and John's house. They hosted 10 people and did a wonderful job. They fixed the turkey, the sweet potatoes, and John's famous sauerkraut, then everyone else brought a dish to share. They even had a table large for everyone to sit together. We talked a lot, played a few games of darts, and I believe there was even a game of Euchre! (I'll play next time.) The game came on a little later and John apparently subscribes to some NFL package online, where you can watch all the games up until Tuesday after those games are played. So we watched the Titans spank the Lions, who I might add, have a worse record than the Bengals. At least one team does!

Friday after Thanksgiving we were able to leave work early--well, those of us who were actually at work. Since I got home with lots of light still left, I put on some extra layers and headed down the street to the Christmas market. I just intended to grab a cup of Glühwein and walk around, then come home. As I was walking around, however, I ran into a girl I knew, then more people I knew showed up, so I ended up staying for a while and added a Käsewurst to my tummy. I stayed until my feet were so cold I couldn't stand it.

I think I'm going to try for a wurst and a Glühwein every night for the next month until the market closes. I'm not sure I can actually obtain that goal, but I'll probably do a good job trying. Saturday night I met up with my boss, her family, and their guests somewhere for a beer, but I really wanted to go walk around the Christmas market. I saw a crepe stand the night before and told myself that was going to be my dinner. Luckily, when I was about finished with my beer three people showed up who wanted to walk around, so I went with them.

It was really crowded, but we pushed through to the crepe stand I had seen the night before. I think we all had a banana and Nutella crepe. Oh man was it good.