Another week in Germany. For the life of me I can't quite absorb common language phrases and words as easily in German as, say, Italian, though its not for lack of trying.
In the Frankfurt airport, I saw employees on bicycles - seriously cycling through the terminal. And, I found a 'secret' spot in a corner with a tabletop and outlet to work for my 3 hr layover in route back to Paris. I think it was an interrogation space of some sort and I felt fantastically in violation of some unknown rule or knowledge about the space.
Earlier in the week, the team met up at a nearby Italian restaurant, and our Italian team member spent the night ordering up all kinds of lovelies for us to try. We were all weary and groaning as the 10:00 hour approached (nearly 3 hrs later). Appetizers to die for, what it means to nab the remaining juices and drippings on the bottom of the pan, cheap fabulous wine from his hometown area of "Puglia" (the heel of the boot) and on it went. I even learned how to properly pronounce Bruschetta (which I've been mispronouncing for decades).
He showed us what to ask for there (when we go because he insisted we all go for a holiday), and explained how much they love to devour small (live) fish (think herring). Though the night wore on a bit too long, he wrapped it up with a round of grappa (a fragrant, grape based brandy from Italy, which I declined). How I do love working with European team members. Its highly entertaining, educational, liberating, and sometimes exhausting in the best way.
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