I was speaking with a German girl at a cafe and mentioned that I felt like women were giving me funny looks and once-overs the whole time we had been in Berlin. She immediately said, “It’s because your legs are bare in October and you wear your sunglasses on your head.”
So today I went to a department store and a nice saleslady helped me interpret the labels and led me to purchase a ridiculously expensive pair of tights. Compression in the calf, lift your ass, flatten your tummy, etc…
I got home and it took me 20 minutes to get them on, but my legs immediately felt 10 years younger. And the women stopped staring.
But I’m still using my sunglasses as a headband.
I would never have predicted that a vacation to Germany would be the one where we had the least to drink and were in bed by 11 or earlier almost every night. Even weirder - I’m totally fine with it.
A guy in my office freaked out when he learned that Chris and I sometimes split up when we are on vacations. Is that a weird thing to do? We’ve always done this because there are always things one of us wants to do that the other has no interest in. It’s not as if we are taking separate trips - it’s just a couple days out of two weeks, and we always meet up at the end of the day for dinner.
Tomorrow Chris is going to a football match. I am thinking of tracking down a couple of flea markets, something that would make Chris want to stab his eyeballs with shards of glass. Then we’re meeting at a traditional Rathskeller for dinner. Beer, beer, beer!
We are just over a full week into our 2 week trip and my brain is finally starting to unwind. I have been getting so tired by late afternoon but then not sleeping well at night, so my brain has been in a constant fog of not letting go of work, thinking about multiple Tumblr friends dealing with very stressful situations, trying to force myself to relax, and worrying about seeing everything I should while we are in Berlin.
Today has been a good day, mainly because I did nothing. Chris took off to rent a bike this morning, so I stayed back in our apartment and slept and read for almost 5 hours. It has been the first time I can concentrate on my book for more than 15 minutes at a time, and I’m finally starting to feel truly rested. Which is what vacations are for, right?
And tonight? I think we’re headed to the beer garden Prater.