…except walk on the beach, or sit on the sofa on the balcony drinking coffee and staring at the ocean. Which really aren’t such bad options, once you get out of the must-make-the-most-of-time-in-US mode.
Although it’s been a mere six months since our last trip to the US, we’re still having waves of bewilderment about this strange country and its strip malls full of cheap nail salons and Trader Joe’s. The jetlag is adding to that, I’m sure. Some of my brilliant observations over the past 24 hours:
- Everybody here is speaking English!
- You’re refilling my coffee?
- I can’t drink a beer on the beach? Why the hell not?
- What is this? We didn’t ask for the check…
- Turn off that air conditioner! Do you want me to get sick????
Alright, I’m TOTALLY kidding on that last one. I’m still an American, you know.
After 23 hours of traveling, my weary brain was confused to end up speaking German with the guy checking us into the hotel (who happened to be from Munich). Fortunately he was the perfect person to tell us where we could watch the German-Turkey game* the next morning (see photo above). And I thought I’d never have a use for a big American sports bar. I’m sure the 10-person crowd of mostly German expats at the bar was a far cry from the scene in Munich, and I’m quite sad to be missing out on all the excitement at home. It’s going to take a lot of Mexican food, dirty martinis, and free coffee refills to console me. And perhaps another walk on the beach before breakfast.
* WTF was up with those feed outages during the second half of the game? And what’s worse, we were forced to watch inane American commentator banter in the gaps. Switzerland, I am deeply disappointed with you. Hang your head in shame.