The Water Smells Weird, But Tastes Good

I find that most blogs fall into two categories: self-indulgent or humorous. At least the ones I’ve read. And I suppose they can be both. However, I’m going to be an asshole here and create my own self-indulgent blog. My reasons are as follows:

1. I don’t really have anything else to do, and this will hopefully help keep me from going insane with my new domestic lifestyle…this and the castles, bier, hilarious European haircuts, WWII historical sites for days, far too many currency coins, and general exploration.
2. While I’m not forcing anyone to read this blog, I’m still putting my horrible grammar and sub-par writing style out into the universe. Plus I hate proof reading, so yeah…just try to figure out what all my typos and fragmented sentences mean!
3. While I love my family and friends and already miss you all dearly, I don’t want to write the same general updates over and over. Let’s keep the email correspondence personal…rar *wink*
4. I absolutely reserve the right to not to keep the content and images “family friendly”. There will probably be the occasional curse word (gasp!), lewd comment or reference (eek!), or images of German sausages that may or may not look like food (tee hee!). I’m not going out of my way to avoid offending anyone’s delicate sensibilities.

Now that the housekeeping is over and done with, it is time for some updates! Or you could just skip to the bottom of the post for pictures.

We arrived in Nuremberg last Wednesday. Business class was AH-mazing (thank you very much, Adidas) and while we were still jet-lagged, I did not feel like death upon arrival.

Josh started his new job on Monday. His role is very similar to the one he had in Portland, except he is the “new guy” here and is anxious to be brought up to speed on projects.

We’re in temporary housing at a hotel in Nuremberg. It is okay, but we’re diligently looking for an apartment. Biggest hurdle with that is finding one with a kitchen! Also, windows placed at random in bathrooms seems to be common…like a window at floor level across from the toilet that looks out into the apartment building entry way. Unfortunately, that apartment was out of our price range. Damn.

I think we may have found a car. Josh just needs to test drive it tomorrow. Word to the wise: do not go to the Turkish and Russian “dealerships” on Fuggerstrasse in Nuremberg. I really feel that the only things missing were packs of stray dogs and large tire fires.

I need to learn German. Period. I think our lessons start at the end of the month.

Houses

Large meat and potato platter

Mushroom stand at the outdoor marketplace (photo taken for Kim)

Along the River

A typical street in Nuremberg