I was in Germany, driving through the wide open spaces and farms, some of which had signs in script Hebrew for family kibbutzes. Wandered into a town and listened to a trio making music in the central square. My mom bought a bottle of liqueur in a blue painted bottle. A lady approached me with a large interior design portfolio and a fan of paint samples. She asks me a question and I say “kein, danke… wir leben in Amerika” and she looks utterly confused and walks away. We ordered a bread basket from a roadside market and it was so plentiful I had to put 20+ long Brotchen in a bag to take home; I knew M would want the ones coated in cinnamon sugar.
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