Kuchen & Kaffee Party

We head to the Konditori before attempting to eat to make sure we don’t miss the short window during which they are open.The place is just the same. This tiny store that is at the top of hill attached to a small house. The front has a glass case filled with amazing looking cakes and chocolates. In Germany it is customary to buy pieces of cakes rather than a whole cake. This means one is capable of getting 12 pieces of all different kinds of cakes if one wishes – which we did. While we are making our choices, a girl that I went to school with and who has married the son of the owner comes, out from the back. She looks at me and without even saying hello, says “the last time I saw you, you were very thin.” And she sucks her cheeks in like a fish, and follows that up with “You are two of what you were before, that is no compliment. But, of course that was about 10 years ago.” Okay… I had no idea what to say and she finally just walked off. Totally weird, but hey, its true, I am two of what I used to be, but I also used to be 16.

We grab lunch at a place called the Bad Hotel (which actually means bathing as in swimming). It’s pretty good, a bit formal and a bit expensive, but it was raining out and we are lazy and it is across from the parking garage. Erin and I order from the Sparglekarte (aspargus menu) and then both choose second courses that aren’t on the special menu. Scott gets some pasta with a watercress sauce that is out of this world. His meal is accompanied by wine: (name to be added later) We then think we will try some German red because it is much maligned and we want to find out for ourselves if it is as terrible as it is supposed to be.It is not, but also not something that we would get again. We head home to the Rothwilers and get down to the task of eating cake. The two topics of conversation are Andrea’s rudeness and what Ingrid will do when she visits the US. Previously, Scott and I had told her that as a gift we would like to fly her and Christian to America for a visit using our airline miles (well, Scott’s miles, mine are promised to my Mother for a trip to Greece) Ingrid started crying when we told her because this has always been a dream for her and seeing how happy she was made the entire trip that much better for me.