Orangensaft

The Swiss speak the cutest sort of German.

The munichers speak the most annoying Denglish I have heard yet. They toss in 90's American slang with a kind of sick pride.
I don't know why it annoyed me so much. Maybe it's the fact that they Think they are So Cool.

Munich was sweet. I had traditional Bavarian, Bayerisch, foods and celebrations.
We drank Kinderpunch, a sweet heated cocktail drink, and Lebkuchen, fluffy chocolate covered cookie things dotted with sprinkles sometimes. The family I stayed with was almost overpoweringly sweet. The mom actually sketched me out a quick map in case I got lost. I didn't know how to recipocrate.

Now I'm at an upper class vegetarian buffet in Zurich. I figured it would be appropiately secondhand and include the hip casual crowd with extreme hair cuts and 300$ boots, but I'm rather pleasantly surprised to listen to bass heavy jazz with an older Swiss crowd.



Oh, I miss Berlin.