The Miserable Life of Anton, a Bavarian Pug.
This is Anton. – Anton’s life is miserable.
This is Anton. – Anton’s life is miserable.
– Munich was sunlit and warm when we visited a few weeks ago. So warm, in fact, that Rand and I – along with hundreds of other folks – were able to eat lunch outside at Viktualienmarkt downtown (I believe we were at the Schlemmermaier Sausage Stand, a name I cannot read, much less say,…
– I am constantly thinking that I know best. My viewpoint can be so myopic that I have to make a concerted, agonizing effort to see the other side of things. I approve comments on the blog from people with whom I disagree. I travel around, meeting people who see things – and live life…
– A friend of mine once told me about the time she chaperoned a group of teenagers on a trip to China. After arriving in Beijing, the kids, once so excited for their trip, had a bit of a breakdown. Many of them had never been outside of the U.S. Most of them hadn’t been…
What seems like a lifetime ago, Rand and I were in Bavaria (turns out it was just this past spring). We try to visit southern Germany whenever we can, as my dad and stepmother live there. On our last trip, by a strange confluence of events, we found ourselves there at the same time as…
Last week, the hubby and I found ourselves in Munich for National Beer Day (insert joke here about how every day is National Beer Day in Bavaria). The hubby had a beer, and I had Johannisbeer juice, which we determined, after a lengthy discussion that nearly involved diagrams, to be currant juice (clearly, I am…