god, those malaria pills do cause some commotion in my head. what else could give me the most vivid and weirdest dreams almost every sunday night? nothing to worry about though. and nothing filthy either, for that matter.
and I yet have to figure out why I have been reminiscing about that san-francisco-to-phoenix trip a lot recently. maybe because I went on it exactly two years ago. alternatively, because some of the images from those long&lonely drives have scorched a part of my visual memory forever. in a positive way, that is.
how time flies by, does it not?
p.s.: seemingly, indian children are much more prepared to give you a smile when you smile at them than the average german child. I cannot prove this claim, of course, but I am nevertheless confident there is some truth to it...
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There IS some truth in it. German kids (and adults as well) are just not used to being smiled at. They freeze in scare because they just don't know how to react in such an uncommon situation.
ReplyDeleteSo please, dear future visitor to Germany, be kind to us poor people. Look angry at us. Do not bring us in this unsuitable situation in which we have to find out how to smile back. We are genetically unequipped to respond in kind.
By the way: We, Lisa and I, were SO close to make the same trip. I laid out a route, calculated the time it would take us to get from waypoint A to waypoint B, calculated the amount of fuel needed, we looked for beds on that route, etc. The whole nine yards. You should see my impressively detailed spreadsheet; very german.
But then we settled for staying in SF only for five nights in late August due to my bank balance. It's a shame, but what can I say. It's not a vacation anyway, we just have to activate our Visa.