bißchen blau

well- met ruth on the train platform as planned. she´s just as delightful as ever, it was so nice to have a chat with her on the train. she had a thermos full of tea to share- tut bish ruth. when her parents and brother came to pick us up, i´m like, oh boy, now the fun begins. and i was of course clueless. ruth translated nothing for me. i was so confused when we immerged from the car in a neighborhood i´ve never been to before. as i´m looking around her dad says we´re not in neumarkt- duh! it´s not till we´re 1/2 way through the garage that i learn we´re at eva, ruth´s sister´s house, to see her pictures of america. and also, aparently, to get very drunk. her sister had made all these cute little salads and apetizers, and there were white russians before, whine during and mixed drinks after. i learned i hate campari. unfortunatly, the bottle is exactly the same as the grenadine. it´s fun that her sister speaks english, now. i often had a clue about what was going on, what with the pictures being in colorado and the 2 translators- and the more i drink the better my german is, it´s true. we left late, it seemed, to take the train back to nürnberg. but it was only 10 when we got home. so ruth and i stayed up late chatting and exchanging gifts! finally all this damn frosting is out of my possession!