Well, I arrived yesterday morning at Frankfurt airport. Grabbed the train to Wiesbaden and a short cab ride to Glen's house. And I've been spending most of my time since then getting acclimated and learning where everything is.
The two wonderful folks on the left are my hosts. Actually, not so much my hosts, since they're leaving for the USA tomorrow -- but the people whose house and dog I'll be watching for the next couple of weeks. That's Glen and Betina with Charlotte.
I'll soon post some pictures of the apartment building I'm in. We're on the third floor walk-up of an old apartment building surrounding very narrow streets and even narrower sidewalks. There's no grass around here for a couple of blocks. Just asphalt. Very hot asphalt. So Charlotte spends a lot of time running from shade to shade.
I think the two of us are going to get along pretty well. She's a pretty easy-going dog and is virtually housebroken. (Though I'm sure I'll learn for sure in the next couple of days.) She loves going to and being in the park (a small block of very dry grass surrounded by more concrete and asphalt). She also loves playing with other dogs, which is good.
But mostly, during the hot, sticky afternoons (no one has air conditioning around here, despite the fact that all of this concrete and asphalt reflects the heat something fierce!), she loves napping on the cool marble kitchen floor. Which I might also consider doing at some point. The afternoons do get pretty stuffy!
But the evenings are very nice. There are a couple very nice parks about a mile away and Glen and Betina have taken us there for evening walks -- but I'm not sure if they're too far for walking. We'll see.
Meantime, I'm learning that a mastery of the German language is about the least necessary skill you can have in modern Germany. The locals can spot an American a mile away and, when they do, they speak to you in the most perfect, unaccented English you can imagine. I keep forgetting I'm in Germany! Well, except that I'm also learning that a 5% tip is considered very generous in most cafes.
Tomorrow morn, Glen and Betina leave and I fly solo. That's when the adventure truly begins.
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