just john

So I was sitting in my apartment tonight doing some of the usual stuff; assembling Ikea furniture, washing a full laundry load consisting of 2 pairs of jeans, a couple of t-shirts and socks, drinking some beer mixed with lemonade, and sorting my trash into three different groups.

Tonight is my last night at the hotel. I really can't justify staying here any longer. I think in some ways it's been a bit of a crutch. When I check out, I have no where to go but home - in Germany.

Also my last night at the hotel restaurant. Stuttgart is in the Schwabian region, which is very roughly analagous to the southern United States. Funny accents and different food. Tonight I ordered a regional called "Schwabian Tappas." It consisted of six small dishes which I will now attempt to describe. There was cold German potato salad topped with 2 warm meatballs, spaeztle noodles (which are pretty good), maultaschen (essentially a ravioli-style shell filled with bland pork stuff), black sausage with mustard, salami-type chunks of sausage with pickles, and the corner stone of the entire meal, limburger cheese in vinegar and onions. I did not finish the cheese.

Tomorrow is a new day. I sleep in my new apartment, drive my new car to work, and go yet again to Ikea to order a kitchen.