A poster on the bus advertised the heats for the local yodelling festival. Not the festival itself, but the pre-competition to allow people to apply for the competition itself.
I have just bought sixteen litres of highly caffeinated “Energy Drink”. It will arrive the day after tomorrow. I got a really good deal for it, thankfully.
I’m not bad with languages. I can pick up enough to cover the basics, and get by. I don’t speak German, but I do have enough to buy a sausage or a pretzel. Actually, no: that’s a lie.
Cloud engulfed us as we reached the top of the mountain. Elsewhere, all along both lakes, had bright blue skies; here was white-out. And we wouldn’t have had it any other way.
I like a drink, and I always have. The problem is what comes the following day.